[ VERSE 1 ]
Straight out the slammer, grab a hammer, a new shiny Mac
n***a front on me, I'm puttin two up in his back
Which means a n***a stunt on me, he gettin clapped
It's a fact, won't catch me in the street and not strapped
Not at all, your boy Noyd keeps it raw
I came a long way from stuffin cracks in my drawers
To goin on tour to hangin plaques on my wall
You try to stop that, I take your f**in head off
I just drive by slow
And point the heat right out the window
A n***a want beef, I'm lettin that thing go
In other words I let that machine gun blow
When it come to my foes
My gangstas, dealers, some real live n***as
Hustlers, k**ers, gettin guap n***as
Ready to pop off, somebody gotta die
n***a, I'm everywhere, how the f** you gon' hide?
When it's
(No where else to)
(No where else to)
(No where else to hide)
[ VERSE 2 ]
I said it's hot in here, the cops here, the homie got the Glock, yeah
They say we hood cause you can find us right here
Sippin on a light beer, dipped in Carhartt gear
And I know n***as on the Island doin life there
They ain't got a slight, yeah, ready to fight, yeah
My name's Rapper, America's nightmare
And we don't fight fair, nah, cause we quite sick
I got homies that'll bang you with a ice pick
They beat up police with they own nite sticks
You get on my nerves, no question that I might flip
Look dunn, I'm not dumb, I roll with a big gun
And I spit heat at you faster than Big Pun
I got a lotta rhymes but all I gotta say is one
Once they hear me spit on the drums, their career is done
You could try to run but where you gon side to?
You ain't here, I was in the street, you been lied to
(No where else to)
(No where else to)
(No where else to hide)
[ VERSE 3 ]
I woke up one mornin, turned my radio on
I couldn't find my money, I knew it was on
Damn, I was dead bent, sippin Henny's, drownin beers
It couldn't be that chick cause that b**h still here
Where my gun, hit my dunn, damn, this hangover k**in me
Party poppin last night, the streets feelin me
But stop, where's my guap, though?
Don't make me have to wake this b**h up with the .44
Everybody know how I bang for that dough
Whether a gangsta or a ho - what's this over here?
Oh sh**, she lucky, there it go
Listen ma, I don't wanna sound mean
But damn sh**, a n***a had to bang for this CREAM
And even though it really ain't nothin to me
I'm tryina get you, I can't let you get me
You lookin real sweet and you fly, too
But think about it - you get me, tell me where the f** you gon hide, boo?
(No where else to)
(No where else to)
(No where else to hide)