Elzhi) Where you gonna hide? Rapper Where you gonna hide? Dilla Dog, Jay Dee Where you gonna hide? Elzhi Where you gonna hide? Phonte Another little brother
) Where you gonna hide? Rapper Where you gonna hide? Dilla Dog, Jay Dee Where you gonna hide? Elzhi Where you gonna hide? Phonte Another little brother
is the place for head, booty and cock You know what it's called, the Fuck Shop! [Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice] Now bitches and sluts, I'm down with 'em And there's a place
you're running too Brother I'm so sorry that you watched the Patens burn I can't hide the dirty pads down there carpet anymore No, no I can't hide the
the present flow When the greeting place is the G-H-E-T-T-O [DOVE:] Lies are pointed strong into your skull Deep within your brain against the wall To hide
own promise and do what's divined The seven seas are far away placed in the valley of dust heat and sway The seven seas are far away placed in the valley
's Austin Powers! Jon: Yeah, baby! Fred: I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes clod, but you said it best, there's No Place To Hide. Jon: What the
m known for eating whiney little chumps like you (whatever). All up in my face with that "Are you ready?!" The halitosis, is all you're rockin' steady. You little
Since you never gave a damn in the first place Maybe it's time you had the tables turned Cuz in the interest of all involved I got the problem solved
a bad one I turn y'all happy camper rappers into sad ones Always bless you with a new joint Shit you never heard I need a place to lay low bro Cause
the water off And i ain't trying to the lights tho Even little shit like 5 dollars i'ma fight for My sisters only 12 and she's pregnant wit a baby My brothers
The drama just goes on and on. Drama be just part of my life, life. It's been like that since I was born. Yes, I can run, but I can't hide. Gon' be like
to where they're buildin' now And ride our bikes around You think I'm just a little kid Some trouble's on the way But I knew this place before you did
south, they used to call her Mother Antie She said No Mrs. Just Antie She said if anybody ever called her Antie she'd burn the whole goddamn place down
hair stand up on the back of your neck I'm comin for you haters, little bitches you are You can run, you can hide, but you won't get far Bullets for
gonna turn 'em into money Well, they call mama Rita and my daddy Jack Little baby brother on the floor that's Mack Bren and Lin are the family twins And big brother
already wanna see some of my niggas locked up in jail home Instead of hollerin at em on a cell phone R.I.P. cuz my little brother Rell gone Got to show
