to hide It's sad 'cause the bad guys always die You ride like a cowboy toward the sun And life ain't fun when you're on the run Got your gold and you
industry (Uh) I got every thug on the 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
I?m running from Run from their pity, from responsibility Run from the country and run from the city I can run from the law, I can run from myself I
'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
It ain't no bitch in my blood Nigga, it's nuttin' but thug It ain't no bitch in my blood Nigga it's nuttin' but thug It ain't no bitch in my blood Nigga
H-O-T, B-O-Y, U-P-T soldier can't stop me, with the bullets I throw, and the K's I tote and the weed i smoke, and the corners i done sew Who, you not
to South Africa And hide inna de bush like A freedom foghter And help Black people get liberation And get respect and I will call You a DON Nuff respect and
you see burning there Yes red smile, yes white noise Fade to black, nobody cares Wake up now, try to run Howling pain, burning sun Creep and crawl, hiding
and put 'em on a string like bones And send your punk ass home alone I got stock in this microphone, you innuendos And get you beat the fuck up and
And I'm right here waiting And I'm right here Something's in this room tonight Death has found escape And I'm right here waiting And I'm right here
coming Security here had gone astray I tried to help I quized the gaurds "What if someone comes in gunning?" He said "Hell boy, I'd probably just run away" Step up and
you and you) If ya keep on doin' the things ya do (That's right, everybody) You gonna make me spark somebody up (I mean you and you and you) If ya keep
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
let it be done Ain't nowhere to run to There ain't nothing here for free See what I see and know that freedom ain't free Lord Ain't nowhere to run
a parking sandwich and a chicken ticket I got a liquid face lift from a fig with big tits And my wrist got twisted by a Brit with fake spit And you don
Gimme blood, gimme blood Gimme blood, gimme blood pollution Gimme blood, gimme blood Gimme blood, gimme blood pollution Blood, gimme blood, gimme blood
grown, the palest eyes, I'm the only one. A mother's son, a father's pride, How can I run and where to hide? I close my eyes and hope tonight, My healing
the streets of Galway Town Best place in the world to hide We had burgers and some chips And the rain it came a falling Took a taxi to Salthill With bad