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
arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned Beat you so bad
down, Nigga show some love, ain?t no hoes in ta us We can swing the bus, we can share some blood, Blood blood, blood-blood-blood-blood, blood, Let a nigga
clash of the titans, are you frightened of loss? Fighting with the cause to free, you and yours and God's law Look in the stars, aligned with sign and
of a psychopath slash Ambassador Of the Valentine Day massacre slash assassin I slash her in the ass with an icicle and leave her lay in a blood bath While I put a catheter in and
block that 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
one time for yo man this is Grindtime check and (Welcome To The Grindhouse!) And we gonna do it West Indian Style for you this time yo sniff and cash
some deep shit You coppin' pleas now, it ain't a secret Trying to be niggas you can't even speak with You can't run, you can't hide Bad boy 'till the
dirty but I'ma put thirty inside him and leave early And just when I went to fill him with hot lead I put the gun to his head, and this is what he said
took the dare and jumped in they made bad choices, SOme have seen and others heard that they seen along the bottom, Are all the bodies of the girls and boys preserved and
for callin' the authorities (Take that) Me, I ain't facin' that blood on the baseball bat Hide all the evidence, please, 'fo they come Stak G'wan wit'cha bad
to hide There's nowhere to run to ba-bay You best to stay inside Outro: prince paul/the undertaker {nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Nowhere to run,
from the eggs of a goddess And the balls of a gigolo All I had was 2 ounces An old Chevy and Figaro Blood shed apart my feet And bad vibes got a nigga
No 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
U spin the benz, and when i'm mad aint no tellin what i'ma do, run in ya crib kill ya kids and ya momma too, then find you and make you pay for what
door and I fell straight in Passed out for a second cause I lost my wind Woke up to hear the mutherfuckin breed and chill looked up and said: "damn
wanna contact me and get wit me but still end up being mad 'cause i charge fifty and as for you suka, you can keep those rapz and Screw your awardz, my
story, must remain untold It's the same old song Aretha's sanging to me Lord and I can't go on My eyes are blood shot, my tears run down and I cry 'til
