Lirik Lagu Back From Hell (Remix) - Run D.M.C. F/ Chuck D, Ice Cube
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[ INTRO: Chuck D ]YoOnce againFrom the dephts of hellRun-D.M.C.Yo, Jam-Master J-J-Jay in the houseAnd y'all take this
[ *Jam-Master Jay cuts up* ](From the dephts of hell)(Heaven is cool, in hell you burn)(I cut the head of the devil and I throw it at you)(Heaven is cool, in hell you burn)(On a lower level where the devils dwellComin from the one..) (where they at?) (..comin back from hell)
[ VERSE 1: Run ]I'm comin back from hell, a jail cell tells no talesThe walls, the floors, the blinds, it never failsTo catch a little butt from a inmate's headSo sorry for you sucker, see ya, sissy, you're deadAnother rolled-over casket, tisket, a tasketThis ain't no thanks to the pussy-ass bastardEasy for another man to laugh at his faceLike I said, his head to bed, another dead inmateRaw to the bone and killed him for the phoneMommy's only son, but left his mama aloneThe last words he heard "Your time is up", the resultCaught back around, his naked face cut to a pulpNever knew he'd go to jail doin murder and he fell(Reporting live from Rikers Island) and comin back from hell
(From the dephts of hell)(Back) (back) (from hell)(Back from hell)(Back) (from hell)(Back) (back) (from hell)(Back) (back) (back from hell)(Yeah)(Back) (back) (back)..
[ VERSE 2: Ice Cube ]Back from hellBut I still smell the same old shitFrom the lower levelIce Cube'll beat the shit out the devilNothin changed, still down with the P.E., sonBut now I'm raising hell with RunNearly gettin done from the sawed off shotgunPressin they luck, didn't duck, I hauled off and socked oneDon't laugh, hoes, cause I'm down with The AfrosIce Cube ain't The Mack, but I have hoesJMJ drop the hammerAnd I kick grammarThat's mackaframalamaHad to ask D.M.C. and the 40oz. CrewWhat's it all about on the avenueHe said, "Come see," gave me a swig of Olde EThen I had to pee upon a treeA nigga got shot by a dopefiendSnort down my dick and unbottoned on my jeansThen the fuckin Lench Mob had to get meanDid a drive-by in the middle of QueensHot shells hit the groundPeople stood around, all the niggas that I clownedJumped on a plane cause it never failsIce Cube is a muthafucka goin back to hell
(Back) (back) (from the dephts of hell)(Back) (back) (from the dephts of hell)
[ VERSE 3: Chuck D ]Back up - they can never keep a good man downOf course we don't fuck aroundYou don't know what I mean?Don't mistake us for the Tragically HipCause we're born with the trigger lipHere's a story about the devilAnd the rebel in the middle of a battleWith a crew that grew around the avenueThis devil was a federal judge who delivered us justiceJust us, up the river, butI'm not alone and no one is, his name up againstCause he's been runnin the hoes and the drug thingI know he fought and runnin court, pusher of the buttonTalkin mo' shit, but sayin nothin nowCause he's seein the faces he saw sit-packinHardcore and all black andRaw, and you can tellNo matter how loud he yell, he ain't leavin hell
(Back) (back)(Back) (back)(Back from helllll)(Back from hell)(From the dephts of hell)(Back) (back from hell)(Back from hell)(Back from hell)(From the dephts of hell)(Back) (back from hell)(Back) (back) (back from hell)(Now a nigga like D starts yellin)(Yeah)(Back) (back)(Now) (now a nigga like D starts yellin)(Back)(Now) (now a nigga like D starts yellin)(Back)(Now) (now a nigga like D)
[ VERSE 4: D.M.C. ]Back from hell, now a nigga like D starts yellinNo sellin out, no tellin who's sellinWord to the 90s, rebels still rebellinCube, Run and Chuck (yo, what the fuck are they yellin?)Lyrics that I kick might just get me into pee and shitThat I'm not with and critics can get the diddickHits comin crazy, trips for the gravyPlayed me, paid me, little lady laid meDoooowwnnn to the dephts of heeeellllllNow here we go, and once againWe're back from hell, so tell a friendFor all of you who thought we're throughI'm a full-fledged member of the Hollis CrewI bust a nine or a rhyme or twoYou know I grew, up on (the avenue)I'ma sip on some brew with my crewWe was gettin illyNiggas came through actin sillyOne punk starts to yell2 shots, then his man fellHe didn't know that Hollis Ave. was hellDon't tell me you ain't with thisYou think I fell? Chump, that is ridiculousYou missin lyrics of the microphone king I gripFigure this, but yo, this is nigga shitBlack I.P.'s, MC's wanna-be'sMacaroni and cheese, only phoney MC'sPlay the role and always try to cook upI got tunes, room that I took upOh well, you know I still dwellGo and tell everybody that I'm back from hell
(Dephts of hell)(Back) (from the dephts of hell)(Back)(Back) (back)Drop it on em, D(Back)(Back) (back)(Back)(Back) (back)
[ *Jam-Master Jay cuts up* ](From the dephts of hell)(Heaven is cool, in hell you burn)(I cut the head of the devil and I throw it at you)(Heaven is cool, in hell you burn)(On a lower level where the devils dwellComin from the one..) (where they at?) (..comin back from hell)
[ VERSE 1: Run ]I'm comin back from hell, a jail cell tells no talesThe walls, the floors, the blinds, it never failsTo catch a little butt from a inmate's headSo sorry for you sucker, see ya, sissy, you're deadAnother rolled-over casket, tisket, a tasketThis ain't no thanks to the pussy-ass bastardEasy for another man to laugh at his faceLike I said, his head to bed, another dead inmateRaw to the bone and killed him for the phoneMommy's only son, but left his mama aloneThe last words he heard "Your time is up", the resultCaught back around, his naked face cut to a pulpNever knew he'd go to jail doin murder and he fell(Reporting live from Rikers Island) and comin back from hell
(From the dephts of hell)(Back) (back) (from hell)(Back from hell)(Back) (from hell)(Back) (back) (from hell)(Back) (back) (back from hell)(Yeah)(Back) (back) (back)..
[ VERSE 2: Ice Cube ]Back from hellBut I still smell the same old shitFrom the lower levelIce Cube'll beat the shit out the devilNothin changed, still down with the P.E., sonBut now I'm raising hell with RunNearly gettin done from the sawed off shotgunPressin they luck, didn't duck, I hauled off and socked oneDon't laugh, hoes, cause I'm down with The AfrosIce Cube ain't The Mack, but I have hoesJMJ drop the hammerAnd I kick grammarThat's mackaframalamaHad to ask D.M.C. and the 40oz. CrewWhat's it all about on the avenueHe said, "Come see," gave me a swig of Olde EThen I had to pee upon a treeA nigga got shot by a dopefiendSnort down my dick and unbottoned on my jeansThen the fuckin Lench Mob had to get meanDid a drive-by in the middle of QueensHot shells hit the groundPeople stood around, all the niggas that I clownedJumped on a plane cause it never failsIce Cube is a muthafucka goin back to hell
(Back) (back) (from the dephts of hell)(Back) (back) (from the dephts of hell)
[ VERSE 3: Chuck D ]Back up - they can never keep a good man downOf course we don't fuck aroundYou don't know what I mean?Don't mistake us for the Tragically HipCause we're born with the trigger lipHere's a story about the devilAnd the rebel in the middle of a battleWith a crew that grew around the avenueThis devil was a federal judge who delivered us justiceJust us, up the river, butI'm not alone and no one is, his name up againstCause he's been runnin the hoes and the drug thingI know he fought and runnin court, pusher of the buttonTalkin mo' shit, but sayin nothin nowCause he's seein the faces he saw sit-packinHardcore and all black andRaw, and you can tellNo matter how loud he yell, he ain't leavin hell
(Back) (back)(Back) (back)(Back from helllll)(Back from hell)(From the dephts of hell)(Back) (back from hell)(Back from hell)(Back from hell)(From the dephts of hell)(Back) (back from hell)(Back) (back) (back from hell)(Now a nigga like D starts yellin)(Yeah)(Back) (back)(Now) (now a nigga like D starts yellin)(Back)(Now) (now a nigga like D starts yellin)(Back)(Now) (now a nigga like D)
[ VERSE 4: D.M.C. ]Back from hell, now a nigga like D starts yellinNo sellin out, no tellin who's sellinWord to the 90s, rebels still rebellinCube, Run and Chuck (yo, what the fuck are they yellin?)Lyrics that I kick might just get me into pee and shitThat I'm not with and critics can get the diddickHits comin crazy, trips for the gravyPlayed me, paid me, little lady laid meDoooowwnnn to the dephts of heeeellllllNow here we go, and once againWe're back from hell, so tell a friendFor all of you who thought we're throughI'm a full-fledged member of the Hollis CrewI bust a nine or a rhyme or twoYou know I grew, up on (the avenue)I'ma sip on some brew with my crewWe was gettin illyNiggas came through actin sillyOne punk starts to yell2 shots, then his man fellHe didn't know that Hollis Ave. was hellDon't tell me you ain't with thisYou think I fell? Chump, that is ridiculousYou missin lyrics of the microphone king I gripFigure this, but yo, this is nigga shitBlack I.P.'s, MC's wanna-be'sMacaroni and cheese, only phoney MC'sPlay the role and always try to cook upI got tunes, room that I took upOh well, you know I still dwellGo and tell everybody that I'm back from hell
(Dephts of hell)(Back) (from the dephts of hell)(Back)(Back) (back)Drop it on em, D(Back)(Back) (back)(Back)(Back) (back)
