Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Run-DMC
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Ward Simmons
Composer
Darryl McDaniels
Composer
Hank Shocklee
Composer
Gary Rinaldo
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Bomb Squad
Producer
Kevin Thomas
Mixing Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Texty
[Verse 1]
Never let a punk get away with murder
Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a
What's up, what's up, what's the word up?
Press your luck or buck, another sucker just ducked
Ooh, watcha gonna do?
Ooh, watcha gonna do?
Ooh, watcha gonna do?
Ooh, watcha gonna do?
[Verse 2]
A vein from my brain means I'm causin' 'em pain
Comin' rough with the stuff, that's just a part of the game
The rhymes have been hard since the start of the jam
So I'ma pull my jammy out and I'ma murder the man
Bust a rap like a cap, put a hole in your soul
Hit the trigger then you figured that I'm losin' control
I go loco with the vocals, yo, goes the chokehold
And I broke those pros with the dope flows
I slow rolls, no, I don't smoke those
Leave the blunts for the punks in the front row
I said mine, headline or deadline
You see redline, here comes your bedtime
I lay it down, lay it low
Now I'm off and runnin' on some new rhyme flow
I flex, break necks, bust TECS, mic checks, son
Fill you full of lead and now get ready for the next one
[Verse 3]
Never let a punk get away with murder
Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a
What's up, what's up, what's the word up?
Press your luck or buck, another sucker just ducked
Ooh, watcha gonna do?
Ooh, watcha gonna do?
Ooh, watcha gonna do?
Ooh, watcha gonna do?
[Verse 4]
Now mic check, gimme 'spect, come correct and I cash the check
You never knew (DJ who?) DJ Run'll wreck hard
God may be dope, you never knew me, nope
When you bend your hand, you send it down, can you really cope?
Forever makin' and breakin' it and cold wreckin' it
As for my title, it's vital, you're never takin' it
I throw a stand across the stage and you'll get bucked down
Like Kris-One said, I fly ahead, you better duck down
I sold good and then plenty like Choo-Choo Charlie said
Like Mike, I glove it, you love it and now it's for my bread
It's goin' down on the mound, watch a **** pitch
Bang your thang and hang your damn necks, now you gettin' it
I see them go and come 'cause what they pumpin' weak
And now I'm flippin' the script and a **** hardly speak
I buck a nut then run amok all on a sucker, cool
Now watcha gonna do?
Watcha gonna do?
[Verse 5]
Never let a punk get away with murder
Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a
What's up, what's up, what's the word up?
Press your luck or buck, another sucker just ducked
Ooh, watcha gonna do?
Ooh, watcha gonna do?
Ooh, watcha gonna do?
Ooh, watcha gonna do?
[Verse 6]
Never let a punk get away with murder
Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a
What's up, what's up, what's the word up?
Press your luck or buck, another sucker just ducked
Ooh, watcha gonna do?
Ooh, watcha gonna do?
Ooh, watcha gonna do?
Ooh, watcha gonna do?
[Verse 7]
Never let a punk get away with murder
Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a
What's up, what's up, what's the word up?
Press your luck or buck, another sucker just ducked
Written by: Darryl McDaniels, Gary Rinaldo, Hank Shocklee, Joseph Ward Simmons