Yeah, Yeah    Bizzy The Kid   The Midwest Cowboy   galloping To a hood near you   imgine me being signed to B2K   You, think you can pay me in Monopoly money?   man i will smack one of you in the head with a baseball bat      (Chorus)   You, run and you, hide   better hide, better hide   And you a run and you and hide   better hide hide (x2)      (Verse 1)   Son of a    i never through a grenade   i'd never sell out to B2K   gotta love the way in da street hold be hold'n me back   im the rebelious   leader of the army bregaid   aint a, that can wipe my style   because it always change   you hold me down   im still gon rain   got poped in back of the dog   when hoe came back with with bullet da bullet, brains   murdah my little brother    and how much you think i paid   to chop da body   to build grenades   got kidnapped to   through the tape like hey   jump outa the window you know it get n the way   they murda my children when i tryin to change the shit to another level   the babolonians against the rebels   it was seven of us comin with the Bone Thugs up against the wall   come out the corner doin the devel   put the peddel to the metal   with me and my seven animals   right around the corner   reloadin holden the handle   got a 2-57 that everybody call cannibal   russion rolet    whos next   ready to gamble   im a rammblin man    keep guns on the mantle   and acount for my little brother   capo cofusious   you know what it is   its how we do it   through a brick in the buildings   (???)   never tollerated you just the passion of the christ   give me the money   can never fuck me twice   went shop for the impsosilse   give me the gospiles   with the wing   spread the movent take flight   shot at    bizzy the kid ready for combat   bring it on napalm comeback   runnin machien guns   and another round   looks some sinister rips we really gonna come      (Chorus) (x4)      In the kitchen   whatch the fans kicken   i tearin, is the ray    is the fon smitchen   mystified   got me mystified   and bring it on   he deserve to get his dick in   put the, in   the bed turn rats   in the realin   and only motels make him wear ribbons   through the visitor room   he kissin his kids and backs to room   (???)   if the real come on   you wanna fuck it   im the realist   high yall spinnin before   i getten sinits   with a