No Way Out

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Flesh Bizzy
Could you tell me where you'd run to? When it's rent time and I done spent
mine baby.

When it ain't nowhere to turn to. When it's rent time and I done spent mine
baby.
Could you tell me where you'd run to? When the L.A.P.D. see you ridin' dirty,
dirty, dirty.
When it ain't nowhere to turn to. When it's rent time and I done spent mine
baby.
Layzie
I'm stuck in this penetentiary called life. Deciphering wrong from right.
Dodgin' these institutions, these shootin'. Pullin it low, thats far
from right. Facin' the brick wall at a stand still. Was it a dream or was it
reality? Naw, it was a nightmare hauntin' my sanity. Like the Lord up in Heaven
bannin' me. It's sad to see I be bustin' my ass. I'm down for my grind gettin
nowhere fast. I'm a thug so you know a nigg* built to last. Point of no return
'bout to kill for cash. Feel my wrath. Murder on the government, war for the
on the streets. It'll be no peace 'til the top dog eat. Tryin' to stop
my meal. When you catch this heat, (Layyyziiiiie!) six feet deep is where you
be layin'. The worms and maggots is where you be stayin'. Desperado 2000: all
about the money, murder, and mayhem. I look at my I went to school with,
shot pool with, was always cool with. Same that I just can't fool with.
got guns and ready to use it. So I'm trapped up against the wall.
Watchin' y'all
plottin on me. Tryin' to catch me up in that robbery. Puttin' they bob
on me and do a job with me. But I'm proud to be that nigg* in the ghetto that
just can't stay out. Ain't nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and it ain't no way
out (no way out).

Flesh Flesh & Layzie
Could you tell me where you'd run to? When you duckin' the po-po, dodgin these
killas, and even your family and your people dawg?
When it ain't nowhere to turn to. When you stuck, s**t outta luck, and got no
hustle to make that buck dawg.

Could you tell me where you'd run to? When the road you on is a dead-end, left
from borrowin' and beggin'.
When it ain't nowhere to turn to. When all of this music s**t played out and
you trapped, with no way out.
Bizzy
Together forever, I know they want to see us fall. And if I had the money you
would probably playa-hate me. Sellin' dummies or dum-dum-dum-dump on every
nigg* don't wanna see us with no money. You won't see me when I sell it. And
when some come want only to visit. No interviews! If I told you, would you tell
me like you did it? I hate that, wake that sucker up. Buck, buck, buck! And
tell him to take that with him. Nut up! We still thuggin! Spittin' as we run
away from prison. nigg* we still runnin'. But the Bad Boy boys is still comin'.
Nobody wants to start this revolution. How could they be some soldiers? You
ain't never been in no war. The end of it. Been trainin' veteran peacetime. At
least Im gettin' ready. I might could learn to love it. And when I release
mine on the public, thuggish ruggish, and plus it's all real. I put that your
nine-millimeter. Steal on judges that drink with B.

Flesh Flesh & Layzie
Could you tell me where you'd run to? When you duckin' the po-po, dodgin these
killas, and even your family and your people dawg?
When it ain't nowhere to turn to. When you stuck, s**t outta luck, and got no
hustle to make that buck dawg.

Could you tell me where you'd run to? When the road you on is a dead-end, left
from borrowin' and beggin'.
When it ain't nowhere to turn to. When all of this music s**t played out and
you trapped, with no way out.
Wish
Now all y'all ' tough? Y'all ready for violence (violence). But
don't give a fk, we ready to riot (riot). When all the smoke clears y'all
is long gone. (d*mn!) learned the hard way "Should've stayed at
home." A couple on this (uh huh) a couple million on that. (That's right!) Got
a couple million on everything we do, can you sell that? It didn't come easy
around our way. We had to hustle. Just survive and didn't eat some days.
Flesh Flesh & Layzie
Could you tell me where you'd run to? When you duckin' the po-po, dodgin these
killas, and leavin' your family and your people dawg?
When it ain't nowhere to turn to. When all of this music s**t played out and
you trapped, with no way out.
Flesh
I'm caught, wanna know my lost soul? stuck at the crossroad. Thuggin'
with my people and I see so much evil in the mist. I hear you but I fear no
evil. Look at life revealin', tick-tock, racin' against my time. nigg* it's my
grind. Why you comin' to stand here. nigg* better wake up, you're third eye
blind. Wow! What a thin line between love and hate. How many gon' survive
Armageddon? Just wait 'til it's on that day. And I won't make haste. And I make
no mistakes, Satan's chasin' me Lord lead me half of the way. Kickin' up dust,
bailin' with my runaway slaves for safety. Livin' in a world so cruel, and I
got nothin' to lose, rippin' and thuggin' with trues, smokin' that Swedish
cheeba, drinkin' brews. My muth*fkin' killin' when it comes to my
scrilla. Bang bang and I gotta stay down for my thug thang, b*tch!
Bizzy
Never ask where the killers at. (nigg*) we run with automatic weapons, all I
really wanted was a crowd and get my buck and never choke when the other day I
hid away with her. Bone's here and I'll stay with her, lay with her, play with
her. Seven other are protectin', smoking hay with her. Would he pray
with her, would he pray with her? Oh, no, (no) they'll lose. Keep stressin'
Henn' and caffiene and green and nicotine! Notorious, bustin' with my regime!
Fiends all around me! Adrenaline pumping new millennium. Thugs caught up,
brought up. Believe me, revelation, devistation, holocaust. Fillin' with
smokethe ozone. So can't spend, just listenin'. Go on a God-like mission, tell
of all the written inscriptions limited. Nobody was gifted, somebody lifted
spliffs, (Oh it's so good!) baby hold this while I'm p*ssin'. It's nowhere to
turn to, no s**t, but I'ma stay Christian while I'll stay Columbian.
Flesh Flesh & Layzie
Could you tell me where you'd run to? When you duckin' the po-po, dodgin these
killas, and leavin' your family and your people dawg?
When it ain't nowhere to turn to. When you stuck, s**t outta luck, and got no
hustle to make that buck dawg.

Could you tell me where you'd run to? When the road you on is a dead-end, left
from borrowin' and beggin'.
When it ain't nowhere to turn to. When all of this music s**t played out and
you trapped, with no way out, ungh!