[Intro] 

(Yeah!) Yeah, Bizzy the Kid, the midwest cowboy 

Galloping to a hood near you 

Imagine me being signed to B2K (What!) 

What you fuckin' think you could pay me in monopoly money 

Man I will smack one of you bitches in the head 

With a baseball bat, but I ain't fuckin' 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 bitch, mothafucka, 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 nigga 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 fuckin' 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 shit 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 mothafucka it's Ruthless 

I never tolerated a Judist, The Passion of Christ 

Give me the money, you'll never fuck me twice 

Boy shut for the apostles, givin' the Gospel was the wings 

Spread 'em open, takin' flight, nigga 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 fuck in the kitchen, watch the FED's kickin' 

I carry niggaz away and then they start snitchin' 

Bitchefied, they got me mystefied, I'm fuckin' money on 

Here to say they get to stickin' for the bitches 

My niggaz 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 mothafuckin' 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, fuck the cops 

Fuck the fuzz, look in my eyes you could see the buzz 

See the thug, hardships, mothafucka, 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 shit from 

Cause I'm the mothafucka with the gun and the dum dums 

And I smack 'em up, nigga 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