Слова и текст песни Bizzy Bone — Better Run, Better Hide
-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 cuz?’ (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