Текст песни Bizzy Bone - Better Run, Better Hide
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[Intro](Yeah!) Yeah, Bizzy the Kid, the midwest cowboyGalloping to a hood near youImagine me being signed to B2K (What!)What you fuckin` think you could pay me in monopoly moneyMan I will smack one of you bitches in the headWith a baseball bat, but I ain`t fuckin` around[Chorus]You run, and you hide..Better hide, better hideAnd you run, and you and hide..Better hide, hide..You run, and you hide..Better hide, better hideAnd you run, and you and hide..Better hide, hide..[Verse 1]Son of a bitch, mothafucka, they never threw a grenadeI`d never sell out to B2KGotta love the way the industry be holdin` me backI`m the rebellious leader of the army brigadeAin`t a nigga that could bite my style, because it always changeYou hold me down, I`m still gon` reignGot popped in the back of the domeWent home, came back, put a bullet in one of his fuckin` brainsMurdered my little brother and how much do you think I payedTo chop up his body to dead remains, God kidnapped youThrew the tape like Kane, jump outta the windowYou know I`m gettin` awayThey murdered my generalNow it`s time to take this shit to another levelThe Babylonian`s against the Rebel`sIt was seven of us comin` with the Bone Thugs, up against the rawsCome out corners doin` the devils, put the pedal to the metalWith me and my seven animalsRight around the corner, reload, and holdin` the handleGot a .357 that everybody call Cannibal, Russian RouletteWho`s next, ready to gamble, I`m a ramblin` manI keep guns on a mantle and a candle for my little brotherCapo Confuscious, you know what it is, it`s how we do itThrow a brick in the building, scandal mothafucka it`s RuthlessI never tolerated a Judist, The Passion of ChristGive me the money, you`ll never fuck me twiceBoy shut for the apostles, givin` the Gospel was the wingsSpread `em open, takin` flight, nigga shot atBizzy the Kid`s ready for combat, bring it onNapalm, brung back, runnin` with machine gunsAnd an all around drum, look similar, sinisterRipsta with the napalm[Chorus]You run, and you hide..Better hide, better hideAnd you run, and you and hide..Better hide, hide..You run, and you hide..Better hide, better hideAnd you run, and you and hide..Better hide, hide..[Verse 2]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 onHere to say they get to stickin` for the bitchesMy niggaz in the pen turned rats into womenAnd gave `em pony tails, make `em wear ribbonsThrough the visiting room, he`s kissing his kidsAnd `bout to do my mothafuckin` dishesIn the crib come on, you wanna feel it, I`m the realestHigh off spinach, before, I`m getttin` sentencedBut, hey, what about the apprentice, I`ll never tellI already told you what the 7th do to the snitchesSplit personality, sorta like Fight Club, never get restI got to smoke weed, the blood on my little brother, bloodWhat you really wanna do, I don`t think you really want noneRoll down the window like what up cuz, fuck the copsFuck the fuzz, look in my eyes you could see the buzzSee the thug, hardships, mothafucka, that I just had to breakWith the tongue and I`m horse like hung, ask my baby momYou rap like dungCan anybody tell me where you got this shit fromCause I`m the mothafucka with the gun and the dum dumsAnd I smack `em up, nigga suckin` pump pumpChris Stokes, better get `em `fore I get oneAnd put your money where your mouth is, I`ll be ready for warGet kicked with the hot ones, and it`s one last thing`Fore I knock you outIt ain`t nothin` like money in a ZipLock bagAnd you could get smacked up, (plus!) hey everybodyB2K sucks, y`all better watch your mouth...Boy