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South Park - Nowhere to Run lyrics
I don't walk, I stalk, livingh foul like Pork Shutting down underground streets of New York Hawk is what the niggas call me, 'cause they all be Sucking my dick and my mother fucking balls, G. I know the half, so I laugh with 'em Blood bath went I let the fucking rap hit 'em Full clip, but only half did 'em That's all it took, another crook, Taken out over a dirty look I bag game with niggers I leave shot dead You're not taking a fucking thing from me but hot lead You know my style faggot, 'cause I'm always scheming In Jail, niggas holdin' a sink screaming POLICE! But you got no peace Yo, was that you big man, and alot more grease All I gets is pounds, you ain't want none of this Back streets are like track meets 'cause I be running this Ain't nowhere to run, Ain't nowhere to hide.. Ain't nowhere to go, Reaper's saved your soul.. Surrounded by the colors, I see crimson, black, and blue Locking open doors again, I'm still afraid of you Light to dark, then light again, I always thought I knew Young to old and young again, what's left for me to do? Sister of the universe, selecting me in time I'm falling down upon the earth, and singing truth in rhyme If I was a rolling stone, I'd roll until I'm Through And if I was a garden I would bloom in black for you! Ain't nowhere to run, Ain't nowhere to hide.. Ain't nowhere to go, Reaper's saved your soul.. Aaargggh, yargh, yargh, yargh.. Ain't nowhere to run, Ain't nowhere to hide.. Ain't nowhere to go, Reaper's saved your soul.. What you Mother fuckers invented Is the craziest nigga that ever been invented Most know, don't front on Ol' Dity Bastard I call on Jesus There's no obstacles that you have to jump There's no walls that you have to climb This is real, this is Elementary dear, Elementary, Watson, Elementary, aaaarrgghh! I ain't no picture on your fucking wall, necklace wearing bitch You don't want this money till it's rich Buy my album coded by Dirty, set you free Go against the grain, I got the P. I know you don't recognize me now, I done cocooned How many lightning bolts do it take to light up a fucking moon? Brothers people, you'd better get the fuck off of me We don't need it, it gets more ugly Fools tryin' to bust their ass Tryin' to get away from me when I said my real name I call myself in the bitch butthole All the same, All the same, All the same Ain't nowhere to run, Ain't nowhere to hide.. Ain't nowhere to go, Reaper's saved your soul.. |
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