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lirik lagu you can’t hide – ras kass

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, f*ck 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; n*gga order that
put the floor to that
gym bomb; murder track
n*ggas dead bodies washing up where the water at
pinky ring (my practice); like i’m the ?nor? to that
to a backstage, f*cking all sort of rats
so when she comе home doing new sh*t in the bеd homie
i taught her that; f*ck kids, i’m mr. blow her back
out, rappers scared to rap; carnival is back
k!lled 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 b*tch; 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
n*ggas can’t argue that
if his brain thought of that
that’s right where i part him at
lead to his head n*gga; 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 n*gga; 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
n*ggas can’t barter that
n*ggas 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 scr*p
barrel shoot around corners
automatic smarter gat
headshot blow out your f*cking 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 n*gga; we brought it back
to the true essence of emceeing; just start a clap

- ras kass

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