[Verse 1: D.M.C.]

These are the words that I wrote so I hope that ya don't man

I'll never joke about the coke that you're smok-in

Understand you're fuckin up, fuckin up the block

Got shot rocked and that's just where the shit stops

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What's the meaning of this? I must be dreamin'

Everybody's got a demon when I see men fiendin'

For a rhyme or rope, or a dime of coke

Sometimes I rhyme when I'm crying broke

Many many many records broke laws, broke jaws

A few months ago I had to paud

During that time, me and my man

Was chilling on the corner with a quart in our hands

A beef broke out, at Soul Kitchen spot

It was crazy baby, pop, someone got shot

I seen him drop, then came the cops

Sayi'n, "Nobody run - everybody stop"

I wanted to run, cause I was carryin' my gun

Darryl Mack packin' mine, strapped with my nine

"Everyone on the wall", that's what the cop said

Everyone complied, except Bald Dread, he said

"Blood clot boy me nah hafa deal wit dat

Yo I'm a superstar for de world dem call 'I'm Darryl Mack"

I turned around and said, "What up cop?"

He said, "D.M.C., take your ass down the block"

If it happened to him, it could happen to you

Cause that's what's happenin' on The Avenue

When I.. "uhh, uhh uhh, uhh.. uhh.."

"Na-na-na-na-na! The Ave."

[Verse 2: Run]

Now on The Ave, (what?) people steal and they dealin' away

I got the feelin' the illin' will never ever pay

Cause on the street, you're never in the fast lane

You'll go to jail or get a bullet in your brain

People laugh and smile at a stick up

A young man in a rut shakin' a big cup

People pass his ass and say, "Tough luck"

To waste time for a dime is cold fucked up

A loud shot in the air, not rare

A brother fell to the ground, nobody cares

You ask why, the baby cry, a man laugh

Nobody give a damn, that's how they livin' on The Ave

... AUUUGH!

[Verse 3: D.M.C. & Run]

Away from The Ave. they have what's called the backstreets

Another world of girls that crawl the backseats

Systems that are kickin', sinkin' many black beats

This and that goin' into that street

I remember the time there was a jam in another block

No the music, no problems, 'til after dark

That's when the shit starts happening

Brother from The Ave. this and that again

Body move in the back in a corner in the dark

By the hoops by the basketball court in the park

Near the bench by the bench with a forty don't spark

The crowd crowds around like they found Noah's Ark

The young, hung, and swung on a swings

Glidin' 'em, slidin' 'em and ride the ding-a-ling

I didn't see a kid by the see, so he saw

Near the monkey bars, funky cars we adore

I'm throwin' fate through gate ?? ??

And my man from Japan got vicked for sure

Do me a favor when you roll with your crew

You gotta check out, check out, The Avenue