Nowhere To Run

DMX

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    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)

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    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
    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

    Song details

    Composition: Jack Blades, Rick Rubin, Ozzy Osbourne, The Crystal Method, Ol\' Dirty Bastard, Dmx, and John Eaton

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