Artist/Band:
Bizzy Bone
Lyrics for Song: Better Run, Better Hide
Lyrics for Album: Alpha and Omega [2004]
-Bizzy Bone-Intro-
Yea, Bizzy The Kid, the midwest cowboy,
galloping to a hood near you.
Imagine me bein signed to B2K (What?
!) What you (Cenz.) think you can pay me in Monopoly
money? Man I will smack one of you (Cenz.
) in the head with a baseball bat, I don't (Cenz.) around.
-Bizzy Bone-Chorus-
You run, and you hide (Tell them (Cenz.
) you better run, c'mon now)/ And you run,
and you and hide (Tell them (Cenz.) you better run, c'mon now).....
-Bizzy Bone-
Son of a (Cenz.) 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
only brigade, ain't a (Cenz.
) 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 in a bullet and blow
out they (Cenz.) brains/ Murder my little brother,
and how much do you think I'm payin to chop up his
body to dead remains/ Got kidnapped too,
threw the tape like Kane/ Jump out of the window,
you know I'm gettin away/ They murder my general now
its time to take this (Cenz.
) to another level/ The Babylonians against the Rebels,
it'd be seven of us comin with the Bone Thugs up against
the wall/ Come out the corners doin the devils,
put the peddle to the metal wit me and my Seven animals/
Ride around the corner, reload and holdin the handle
got a three-fifty-seven that everybody call Cannibal,
russian roulette, who's next?
/ Ready to gamble, I'm a ramblin man/ Keep guns on
the 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, scatter and (Cenz.
) it's ruthless/ I never tolerated a Judist,
the passion of christ, give me the money you'll never
(Cenz.) me twice (Boy)/ Shut for the apostles given
the gospel with the wing, spread em open,
takin flight/ (Cenz.) Shut it,
Bizzy the kid trained for combat,
bring it on napalm, bomb back,
runnin with machine guns/ And I run around dumb,
look similar, sinister, Ripsta with the napalm
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone-
I couldn't (Cenz.) in the kitchen,
watch the Fed's kickin/ I carry (Cenz.
) away and then they start snitchen/ (Cenz.
) got me mystified, I'm (Cenz.
) money on here to say "Get the sticken for the
(Cenz.)"/ My (Cenz.) in the pen,
turned rats into women, and give em pony tails,
make em wear ribbons/ Through the visitin room he's
kissin his kids and bout to do my (Cenz.
) dishes/ In the crib c'mon,
you wanna feel it? I'm the realest,
high off Spindidy before I get sentenced/ But hey,
what about the apprentice?
I'll never tell/ I already told you what the 7th'll
do to the snitches/ Split personality,
sorta like Fight Club, never get rest I got to smoke
(Cenz.)/ The blood on my little brother,
what you really wanna do? I don't think you really
want none/ Roll down the window like "What up 'cause?"
(Cenz.) the cops, (Cenz.) the fuzz/ Look in my eyes,
you could see the buzz, see the thug/ Hardships
(Cenz.) 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 (Cenz.
) from? Cause I'm the (Cenz.
) with the gun, and the dum dums/ And I smack em up
(Cenz.) suckin bum bums/ Chris Stokes,
better get em for I get one and put your money where
your mouth is, or be ready for war/ Get kicked with
the hot ones/ And it's one last thing for I knock you
out, it ain't nothin like money in a Ziplock bag and
you could get smacked up
-Bizzy Bone-Outro-
Hey everybody, B2K is (Cenz.). Better watch your mouth boy.
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