You Can't Hide

You Can’t Hide Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Ras Kass]:

Rag tops; blow them back

Real talk; told 'em that

Really shoulda sold a mag

Spit flames; sold them crack

Love whack, fuck that; y'all tried to hold him back

Pay him like you owe him that

Street, live the code of that

Control the gat; cap peeler, fold him back

Hut one, hut two like a quarterback

Boyz N the Hood Force Ones; never thought of that

Drain the color out y’all wounds; nigga order that

Put the floor to that

Gym bomb; murder track

Niggas dead bodies washing up where the water at

Pinky ring (my practice); like I’m the ?nor? to that

To a backstage, fucking all sort of rats

So when she comе home doing new shit in the bеd homie

I taught her that; fuck kids, I’m Mr. Blow her Back

Out, rappers scared to rap; carnival is back

Killed this flow; yeah they don’t want no more of that

[Hook]:

You can't hide; we gon' find you

Y'all can't hide; we gon' find you

[Verse 2: Ras Kass]:

Showed you how to store a gat

Stash under the floor and mat

Baby seeds played out; one time is onto that

New California clap; smoke dro and Cognac

Rass and Royce then we overlap

[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9]

5 feet 9 bitch; not an inch short of that

Me and Ras tore the map; don't let me get ahold of that

MAC-10, Mac spins around your starter hat

Flattens you wrestling; now where who harder at

You don’t want no part of that

Flame or that fame or that knife

Living out your life; don’t know where tomorrow at

I’m starting that, I’m ending that

Quicker than when Canibus asked L to borrow that

Niggas can’t argue that

If his brain thought of that

That’s right where I part him at

Lead to his head nigga; turn him to an artifact

Leave him in a part of that ground from the pound

Where you gotta put the coffin at

Where Saddam was crawling at

This 9 or this automat-ic

Have you falling back-wards

Oh my god, have god calling back

All of that rowdy acting for that crowd reaction

Swallow that nigga; we know where you hiding at

[Hook]:

You can't hide; we gon' find you

Y'all can't hide; we gon' find you

[Verse 4: Royce da 5’9]:

How is you a soldier, black?

Sold you a four-pack

Robbed you and sold it back

Niggas can’t barter that

Niggas ain’t hard; just hyper as a heart attack

What part of your heart is that

Let us pray, metal spray

[Verse 5: Ras Kass]:

Our Father who art in rap

What’s Beef, start a scrap

Barrel shoot around corners

Automatic smarter gat

Headshot blow out your fucking noodles

Like Olive Garden at

Sell son; pardon that

[Verse 6: Royce da 5’9]:

Trigger the gamblers move; the hustlers should pardon that

Same syllable for the whole song; it’s the art of that

You’s once in a blue Moon nigga; we brought it back

To the true essence of emceeing; just start a clap