BIG NOYD - Nowhere Else To Hide lyrics

rate me

Straight out the slammer, grab a hammer, a new shiny Mac

Nigga front on me, I'm puttin two up in his back

Which means a nigga 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 fuckin head off

I just drive by slow

And point the heat right out the window

A nigga 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 niggas

Hustlers, killers, gettin guap niggas

Ready to pop off, somebody gotta die

Nigga, I'm everywhere, how the fuck you gon' hide?

When it's

(No where else to)

(No where else to)

(No where else to hide)

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 niggas 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)

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 bitch still here

Where my gun, hit my dunn, damn, this hangover killin me

Party poppin last night, the streets feelin me

But stop, where's my guap, though?

Don't make me have to wake this bitch up with the .44

Everybody know how I bang for that dough

Whether a gangsta or a hoe - what's this over here?

Oh shit, she lucky, there it go

Listen ma, I don't wanna sound mean

But damn shit, a nigga 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 fuck you gon hide, boo?

(No where else to)

(No where else to)

(No where else to hide)