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Can't Hide From Shadow Lyrics - Singles - Mr. Shadow

[Mr. Shadow] 

It's the master of the dark 

Stalkin anybody talking about the incident 

Tryin to blow it like if I was the president 

Narcotic selling resident 

Makin ends daily 

Fuck being locked in Bailey 

Boo I got to feed my baby 

And maybe lately 

You've been havin dreams 

Of this mothafucka followin your steps 

Where ever you may be 

I'm from SD bitch, southern Cali 

Where homies run up in bunches 

Beat you crutches in the back of an alley 

Call me Daddy 

When you come before my presence 

If not they'll find your body wrapped in plastic 

Like a present, adolesence 

Gun Slangers where I come from 

That big Woptown Crazies 

Is the gangsters that you run from 

Confront me and suffer, diagnosis critical 

I'm lettin moma know you were a phony individual 

It's pitiful to see a fool die like a bitch 

But that's the way it goes 

When you're got up in the mix you trick 

 

[Chorus] 

It's the mind of a sick man 

But can you blame me 

Mothafuckas out to get me 

Strap me down and incarcerate me 

You got to beat down or get beat down 

Rules of the game and ghetto streets clown 

[Repeat 2x] 

 

[Mr. Shadow] 

Pack a bowl inhale the smoke and a don't stop 

Cause in my part of the block 

We pack glocks and grow crops 

If you cross through my hood 

It'd be like crossin through 

The Brumueta Triangle 

Find your body floating 

With signs of bein strangled 

I disable body's like a cripple 

Strike em with an axe 

With a natural high 

I relax when I smoke my crypto 

Slang crystal 

On my hip I got my pistol 

You wanna be a victim 

Come on fool don't make me whistle 

Scitzo... phranic 

Eye lids always slanted 

Death wish granted 

When I draw my automatic 

Dramatic 

People say I'm satanic 

For my actions 

Knock on your front door 

When you answer 

Find me blastin 

Attackin straight jackin 

211 on my rivalry 

Inside of me 

There passion for armed robbery 

So possibly 

It's just that I'm a mothafuckin nut 

Plan and simple homie 

I just don't give a mad fuck 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Mr. Shadow] 

Now fuck beatin around the bush 

I straight smoke em 

Find me a mothafucka that's a snitch 

And straight choke em 

In blood we soak em 

Ain't no joke 

I love to make a mothafucka buckel 

Give a sign and watch my boys rush you 

In a couple 

Duffle bags full of weapons and narcatics 

4 Desert Eagles and a key of hydro-ponic 

It's ironic pounds of chronic 

When I blaze 

The place is full of gangstas 

Fuck a rebel and rave 

My behavior is negative 

So stop runnin 

If not it'll be your relative 

The one I'm gunnin 

Blunted, wanted by America's Most 

Cause the shit that I be rappin 

Makes a fool wanna over... dose 

Black roses after hyptnosis 

Send your wife your hand 

As a gift with paid postage 

Now you know it ain't no game 

In my town 

Where the ballers make it happen 

And the hood hoppers get beat down 

 

[Chorus]