[Intro]
(Yeah!) Yeah, Bizzy the Kid, the midwest cowboy
Galloping to a hood near you

Imagine me being signed to B2K (What!)
What you $#&@in' think you could pay me in monopoly money
Man I will smack one of you (*##$es in the head

With a baseball bat, but I ain't $#&@in' around

[Chorus]

You run, and you hide..
Better hide, better hide
And you run, and you and hide..

Better hide, hide..
You run, and you hide..
Better hide, better hide

And you run, and you and hide..
Better hide, hide..


[Verse 1]
Son of a (*##$, motha$#&@a, 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 army brigade
Ain't a ^!$$% 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 a bullet in one of his $#&@in' brains

Murdered my little brother and how much do you think I payed
To chop up his body to dead remains, God kidnapped you
Threw the tape like Kane, jump outta the window

You know I'm gettin' away
They murdered my general
Now it's time to take this %#@! to another level

The Babylonian's against the Rebel's
It was seven of us comin' with the Bone Thugs, up against the raws
Come out corners doin' the devils, put the pedal to the metal

With me and my seven animals
Right around the corner, reload, and holdin' the handle
Got a .357 that everybody call Cannibal, Russian Roulette

Who's next, ready to gamble, I'm a ramblin' man
I keep guns on a 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, scandal motha$#&@a it's Ruthless
I never tolerated a Judist, The Passion of Christ
Give me the money, you'll never $#&@ me twice

Boy shut for the apostles, givin' the Gospel was the wings
Spread 'em open, takin' flight, ^!$$% shot at
Bizzy the Kid's ready for combat, bring it on

Napalm, brung back, runnin' with machine guns
And an all around drum, look similar, sinister
Ripsta with the napalm


[Chorus]
You run, and you hide..

Better hide, better hide
And you run, and you and hide..
Better hide, hide..

You run, and you hide..
Better hide, better hide
And you run, and you and hide..

Better hide, hide..

[Verse 2]

I couldn't $#&@ in the kitchen, watch the FED's kickin'
I carry ^!$$%z away and then they start snitchin'
(*##$efied, they got me mystefied, I'm $#&@in' money on

Here to say they get to stickin' for the (*##$es
My ^!$$%z in the pen turned rats into women
And gave 'em pony tails, make 'em wear ribbons

Through the visiting room, he's kissing his kids
And 'bout to do my motha$#&@in' dishes
In the crib come on, you wanna feel it, I'm the realest

High off spinach, before, I'm getttin' sentenced
But, hey, what about the apprentice, I'll never tell
I already told you what the 7th do to the snitches

Split personality, sorta like Fight Club, never get rest
I got to smoke weed, the blood on my little brother, blood
What you really wanna do, I don't think you really want none
Roll down the window like what up cuz, $#&@ the cops
$#&@ the fuzz, look in my eyes you could see the buzz

See the thug, hardships, motha$#&@a, that I just had to break
With the tongue and I'm horse like hung, ask my baby mom
You rap like dung
Can anybody tell me where you got this %#@! from
Cause I'm the motha$#&@a with the gun and the dum dums

And I smack 'em up, ^!$$% suckin' pump pump
Chris Stokes, better get 'em 'fore I get one
And put your money where your mouth is, I'll be ready for war
Get kicked with the hot ones, and it's one last thing
'Fore I knock you out

It ain't nothin' like money in a ZipLock bag
And you could get smacked up, (plus!) hey everybody
B2K sucks, y'all better watch your mouth...Boy