I don't walk, I stalk, living 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 when 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 niggas I leave shot dead
You're not taking a fucking thing from me but hot lead
You know my style, fagot, '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 a lot 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
Argh, 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 motherfuckers 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, argh!
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 f*ck 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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