Lyrics of Better run, better hide

-bizzy bone-intro-
Yea, bizzy the kid, the midwest cowboy, galloping to a hood near you. imagine me bein signed to b2k (what?!) what you (cenz.) think you can pay me in monopoly money? man i will smack one of you (cenz.) in the head with a baseball bat, i don't (cenz.) around.

-bizzy bone-chorus-
You run, and you hide (tell them (cenz.) you better run, c'mon now)/ and you run, and you and hide (tell them (cenz.) you better run, c'mon now).....

-bizzy bone-
Son of a (cenz.) they never threw a grenade, i'd never sell out to b2k/ gotta love the way the industry be holdin me back/ i'm the rebellious leader of the only brigade, ain't a (cenz.) that could bite my style, because it always change/ you hold me down, i'm still gon' reign, got popped in the back of the dome, went home came back put in a bullet and blow out they (cenz.) brains/ murder my little brother, and how much do you think i'm payin to chop up his body to dead remains/ got kidnapped too, threw the tape like kane/ jump out of the window, you know i'm gettin away/ they murder my general now its time to take this (cenz.) to another level/ the babylonians against the rebels, it'd be seven of us comin with the bone thugs up against the wall/ come out the corners doin the devils, put the peddle to the metal wit me and my seven animals/ ride around the corner, reload and holdin the handle got a three-fifty-seven that everybody call cannibal, russian roulette, who's next?/ ready to gamble, i'm a ramblin man/ keep guns on the mantle and a candle for my little brother capo-confuscious, you know what it is, it's how we do it/ throw a brick in the building, scatter and (cenz.) it's ruthless/ i never tolerated a judist, the passion of christ, give me the money you'll never (cenz.) me twice (boy)/ shut for the apostles given the gospel with the wing, spread em open, takin flight/ (cenz.) shut it, bizzy the kid trained for combat, bring it on napalm, bomb back, runnin with machine guns/ and i run around dumb, look similar, sinister, ripsta with the napalm

-chorus-

-bizzy bone-
I couldn't (cenz.) in the kitchen, watch the fed's kickin/ i carry (cenz.) away and then they start snitchen/ (cenz.) got me mystified, i'm (cenz.) money on here to say "get the sticken for the (cenz.)"/ my (cenz.) in the pen, turned rats into women, and give em pony tails, make em wear ribbons/ through the visitin room he's kissin his kids and bout to do my (cenz.) dishes/ in the crib c'mon, you wanna feel it? i'm the realest, high off spindidy before i get sentenced/ but hey, what about the apprentice? i'll never tell/ i already told you what the 7th'll do to the snitches/ split personality, sorta like fight club, never get rest i got to smoke (cenz.)/ the blood on my little brother, what you really wanna do? i don't think you really want none/ roll down the window like "what up 'cause?" (cenz.) the cops, (cenz.) the fuzz/ look in my eyes, you could see the buzz, see the thug/ hardships (cenz.) that i just had to break with the tongue, and i'm horse like hung, ask my baby mom/ you rap like dung, can anybody tell me where you got this (cenz.) from? cause i'm the (cenz.) with the gun, and the dum dums/ and i smack em up (cenz.) suckin bum bums/ chris stokes, better get em for i get one and put your money where your mouth is, or be ready for war/ get kicked with the hot ones/ and it's one last thing for i knock you out, it ain't nothin like money in a ziplock bag and you could get smacked up

-bizzy bone-outro-
Hey everybody, b2k is (cenz.). better watch your mouth boy.