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It's Like This: The Best Of
Disc 1
01. Sucker M.C.'s (Krush-Groove 1)
02. It's Like That
03. 30 Days
04. Hard Times
05. Hollis Crew (Krush-Groove 2)
06. Can You Rock It Like This
07. Jam-Master Jammin'
08. King of Rock
09. You Talk Too Much
10. My Adidas
11. Walk This Way
12. You Be Illin'
13. It's Tricky
14. I'm Not Going Out Like That
15. Mary, Mary
16. Run's House
17. Roots, Rap, Reggae
18. It's Not Funny
Disc 2
01. Soul to Rock and Roll
02. Down With the King
03. Papa Crazy
04. Rock Box
05. Jam-Master Jay
06. Peter Piper
07. It's Like That
08. Hit It Run
09. How'd Ya Do It Dee
10. It's Tricky 2003
11. Tougher Than Leather
12. Beats to the Rhyme
13. You're Blind
14. Darryl and Joe (Krush-Groove 3)
15. Together Than Leather (Krush-Groove 4)
16. Ragtime
17. Proud to Be Black
18. They Call Us Run-DMC
One day when I was chillin' in Kentucky Fried Chicken
Just mindin' my business, eatin' food and finger lickin'
This dude walked in lookin' strange and kind of funny
Went up to the front with a menu and his money
He didn't walk straight, kind of side to side
He asked this old lady, "Yo, yo, um, is this Kentucky Fried?"
The lady said "Yeah" smiled, and he smiled back
He gave a quarter and his order, Small Fries, Big Mac!

You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'
You be illin'

Today you won a ticket to see Doctor J
Front row seat, in free, no pay
Radio in hand, snacks by feet
Game's about to start
You kickin' popcorn to the beat
You finally wake up, Doc's gone to town
'Round his back, through the hoop
Then you scream "Touchdown"

You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'
You be illin'

The other day around the way I seen you illin' at a party
Drunk as skunk you illin' punk and in your left hand was Bacardi
You went up to this fly girl and said "Yo, yo, can I get this dance?"
She smelt your breath and then she left you standin' in your illin' stance

You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'

For dinner, you ate it, there is none left
It was salty, with butter and it was def
You proceeded to eat it 'cause you was in the mood
But Holmes you did not read, it was a can of dog food

You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'
You be illin'

You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin'

You be illin', ill-illin'
You be illin', illin'
You be illin', illin', illin', ill-illin'
You be illin', illin', ill-ill-ill-illin'

Illin'
Illin'
Ill-Illin'