is buried alive Vision is clear Choke on the fire and ice Run and hide Look towards what's ahead and what came before Run and hide Look towards
life as a soldier I told ya, we on shaky grounds, a lot of ups and downs We on force, to run a crash course, and blast off rhymes And of course we have
Bottles and pints, and shots and cans Couches and floors, and drunk best friends Models and whores, and tattooed hands Cities and secrets and cats and vans Good times, laughter, bad
get a wind of me defendin me You lack class and respect, get a direct backblast The Bad and Evil mad rap, I cover the Bad half You know how a thug in
won't run and hide It's a nigga Crip Inch and comin' from the East Side Watch these Slobs just run and duck Cause I ain't givin' up nuthin' but bad luck
done [Chorus/Hook:] Ain't no where to run There ain't nothing here for free See what I see and know that freedom ain't free lord Ain't no where to run
for the G-O-D You so silent, so silent then don't do it For to be all bad, plus styes that run up like blood fluid Yo, I'm true to this, wet rap flows
You so silent, so silent then don't do it For to be all bad, plus styes that run up like blood fluid Yo, I'm true to this, wet rap flows like breakin
get connected comin from that gritty city When nothin but a grind, and no time to rhyme And my nigga D.O. visit And you don't really wanna fuck wit Chink And
Blue Raspberry] Killa, it ain't no where you can run to... Killa, damn sure, ain't nowhere you can hide (nowhere to hide) Killa, Valentine's, Valentine
A Knot Broken Bones And Blood Clots When I Was Six I Used To Trick The Next Door Neighbors Son In The Woods We Would Run Time For Fun Hide And
bad, all in the balance, you going mad You can never tell, heaven or hell, the blood shed And it's all around, you can't run, sit in the cell When the
their delicate feelings hurt Or run around, chain danglin, grippin their nuts Big balla nigga til you slip and get stuck And I, trunk cake the break,
don't understand what led to this. The arrow's been fired, but the target missed. One hand on the trigger, the other on his grave. You better run and hide
the eggs of a goddess And the balls of a gigolo All I had was 2 ounces An old chevy and figuro Blood shed apart my feet And bad vibes got a nigga rockin
Where To Run No Where To Hide Competition Ready To Die Opposition Never Survive When I Get Done Busting My Rhyme Ima Criminal Transformed To A Lyrical Bad
girls, keep your bedrooms neat And don't hang around the town cafe and say hi on the street Mind you P's and Q's and manners, and you don't need no other
Guns And all these people would be talking about a guy Anybody coming in anywhere with an enter rush, And go this guy is somebody Although he was as bad and
