Ric R.U.D.E. - No Where Else to Hide lyrics

[ 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)