Runs House chords

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_ _ _ _ We had a whole lot of superstars on this stage here tonight.
But I want y'all to know one thing.
This is my house.
And when I say who's house, y'all know what time it is.
Who's house _ .
Brons house!.
F#m I want to again my friend not a trend but then they said rap was crap.
But remember, half this N band took a fool out of Kane.
With my cool-a name, make a dance and praise it to all the fans that say.
Name is Run, my son, number one for fun.
Now that goodness done, and get done by none other.
Ass in package, it's whack, I kill.
It's Run, my son, and Run heads the bill.
C# Who's house.
F#.
Brons house!.
_ Who's house.
N _ .
Brons house!.
I'm in the house, man.
I'm in the house, man.
And this is how you get in, see, I'm talking out, man.
I'm in the house, man.
I'm in the house, man.
And this is what it's gonna be about, man.
Well, I'm in the DMC.
So if I'm great, I bust the most rhymes in New York State.
Reporters plow, producers jive.
They wanna be down with the King.
The one and only, from the wanted clan.
Wanted by every fan across the land.
Got a G-A-N-G off the street.
R-U-N-D-M-C complete.
Who's house _ _ .
F# _ _ N _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ F _ _ _ .
_ From _ _ _ my camp.
I'm not a time I take.
C#m For the rhyme I make.
Make you mad and sad because a fad is fake.
See, I do this thing, so come pursue this king.
One minor rhyme is all you just F#m bring.
Cause I'm C# the best, I'm daft.
Ask the rap, they laugh.
That's my name, I'm game, and we don't need the F# rap.
You get the booze, you lose.
You suck a tooth, your mouth's not set a trap.
For rap that's crap, it's Run's house.
Who's house.
_ Brons house!.
_ Who's house.
N _ Brons house!.
Some of the excrements and miscalculate.
My intent to create what I call the great.
Cause I make a song, get uprooted and rock.
See my song so strong, I make them come along.
No pain, no score, get on the floor.
Pop rock, hard hitting, hip hop, hardcore.
For the casualties and F#m catastrophes.
And tragedy for the suckin' C.
Using N strategies to get the best of me.
You dirty rat MCs, whoever you may be.
You need to go outside, you need to shut your mouth.
Cause it's all about, no doubt, just shout.
Cause we're turning out.
Who's house.
_ Brons house!
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Who's D house.
_ Brons house!.
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