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Better Run, Better Hide - текст песни



Better Run, Better Hide


(Yeah!) Yeah, Bizzy the Kid, the midwest cowboy


Galloping to a hood near you


Imagine me being signed to B2K (What!)


What you fuckin' think you could pay me in monopoly money


Man I will smack one of you bitches in the head


With a baseball bat, but I ain't fuckin' around








You run, and you hide..


Better hide, better hide


And you run, and you and hide..


Better hide, hide..


You run, and you hide..


Better hide, better hide


And you run, and you and hide..


Better hide, hide..








Son of a bitch, mothafucka, they never threw a grenade


I'd never sell out to B2K


Gotta love the way the industry be holdin' me back


I'm the rebellious leader of the army brigade


Ain't a nigga that could bite my style, because it always change


You hold me down, I'm still gon' reign


Got popped in the back of the dome


Went home, came back, put a bullet in one of his fuckin' brains


Murdered my little brother and how much do you think I payed


To chop up his body to dead remains, God kidnapped you


Threw the tape like Kane, jump outta the window


You know I'm gettin' away


They murdered my general


Now it's time to take this shit to another level


The Babylonian's against the Rebel's


It was seven of us comin' with the Bone Thugs, up against the raws


Come out corners doin' the devils, put the pedal to the metal


With me and my seven animals


Right around the corner, reload, and holdin' the handle


Got a .357 that everybody call Cannibal, Russian Roulette


Who's next, ready to gamble, I'm a ramblin' man


I keep guns on a mantle and a candle for my little brother


Capo Confuscious, you know what it is, it's how we do it


Throw a brick in the building, scandal mothafucka it's Ruthless


I never tolerated a Judist, The Passion of Christ


Give me the money, you'll never fuck me twice


Boy shut for the apostles, givin' the Gospel was the wings


Spread 'em open, takin' flight, nigga shot at


Bizzy the Kid's ready for combat, bring it on


Napalm, brung back, runnin' with machine guns


And an all around drum, look similar, sinister


Ripsta with the napalm








You run, and you hide..


Better hide, better hide


And you run, and you and hide..


Better hide, hide..


You run, and you hide..


Better hide, better hide


And you run, and you and hide..


Better hide, hide..








I couldn't fuck in the kitchen, watch the FED's kickin'


I carry niggaz away and then they start snitchin'


Bitchefied, they got me mystefied, I'm fuckin' money on


Here to say they get to stickin' for the bitches


My niggaz in the pen turned rats into women


And gave 'em pony tails, make 'em wear ribbons


Through the visiting room, he's kissing his kids


And 'bout to do my mothafuckin' dishes


In the crib come on, you wanna feel it, I'm the realest


High off spinach, before, I'm getttin' sentenced


But, hey, what about the apprentice, I'll never tell


I already told you what the 7th do to the snitches


Split personality, sorta like Fight Club, never get rest


I got to smoke weed, the blood on my little brother, blood


What you really wanna do, I don't think you really want none


Roll down the window like what up cuz, fuck the cops


Fuck the fuzz, look in my eyes you could see the buzz


See the thug, hardships, mothafucka, that I just had to break


With the tongue and I'm horse like hung, ask my baby mom


You rap like dung


Can anybody tell me where you got this shit from


Cause I'm the mothafucka with the gun and the dum dums


And I smack 'em up, nigga suckin' pump pump


Chris Stokes, better get 'em 'fore I get one


And put your money where your mouth is, I'll be ready for war


Get kicked with the hot ones, and it's one last thing


'Fore I knock you out


It ain't nothin' like money in a ZipLock bag


And you could get smacked up, (plus!) hey everybody


B2K sucks, y'all better watch your mouth...Boy



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