DMX - Nowhere To Run lyrics

rate me

It's that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?

I'm a give a shout out to my niggas

I ain't givin' a shout out to no Park, nobody, fuck that

Big Baby Jesus in the mother fucking house

Know what I'm sayin'?

Unh, come on

I don't walk, I stalk, livin' foul like pork

Shuttin' down underground streets of New York

Hawk is what them niggas call me, 'cause they all be

Suckin' my dick and on my mother fucking balls, G

I know the half, so I laugh wit' 'em

Blood bath went I let the fuckin' 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 only taken a piss from me with hot led

You know my style nigga, 'cause I'm always schemin'

In jail, niggas holdin' a sink screamin'

Police, but you got no peace

Yo, was that you big man, and alot mo' grease

All I gets is pounds, you ain't want none of this

Back streets are like track meets 'cause I be runnin' this

Ain't nowhere to run ('cause I be runnin' this)

Ain't nowhere to hide (come on)

Ain't nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)

Reaper saved your soul (come on)

Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)

Locking open doors again, I'm still afraid of you (straight up, mother fucker)

Light to dark, then light again, I always thought I knew (come on)

Young to old and young again, what's left for me to do? (straight up)

Center of the universe, collecting me in time (come on)

I'm falling down upon the earth, and singing truth in rhyme (come on)

If I was a rolling stone, I'd roll until I'm through (come on)

And if I was a garden I would bloom in black for you (Dirt Dog in effect)

ahhhh, yi yi yi yi (come on)

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

What you mother fuckers invented

Is the craziest nigga that ever been invented

ha ha ha ha ha

Most know, don't front on Ol' Dity Bastard

ha ha ha ha

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

ahhhhh

I ain't no pictue on your fore wall, necklace wearin' beard

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 dunked your tongue

How many lightening bulbs do it take to light up a fuck mode?

Brothers, people, you'd better get the fuck 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 niggas 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 saved your soul

ahhh yi yi yi yi

What, mother fucker?

Don't try to psychology my shit, mother fucker

'cause you'll never psychology it, mother fucker

Never, never, never, mother fucker, never