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; n***a order that
Put the floor to that
Gym bomb; murder track
N***as 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
N***as can’t argue that
If his brain thought of that
That’s right where I part him at
Lead to his head n***a; 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***a; 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***as can’t barter that
N***as 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 n***a; we brought it back
To the true essence of emceeing; just start a clap