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Ozzy Osbourne, DMX & 'Ol Dirty Bastard - Nowhere To Run (Vapor Trail)(South Park OST)[Lyrics]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Crystal Method
The Crystal Method
Vocals
Ozzy Osbourne
Ozzy Osbourne
Vocals
DMX
DMX
Vocals
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Vocals
Fuzzbubble
Fuzzbubble
Vocals
Rocky Reid
Rocky Reid
Guitar
Richard Fortez
Richard Fortez
Guitar
Cok Price
Cok Price
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ozzy Osbourne
Ozzy Osbourne
Composer
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Composer
John Eaton
John Eaton
Composer
Ken Jordan
Ken Jordan
Composer
Scott Kirkland
Scott Kirkland
Composer
Jack Blades
Jack Blades
Composer
Earl Simmons
Earl Simmons
Composer
Russell Jones
Russell Jones
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Crystal Method
The Crystal Method
Producer
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Mixing Engineer
John Eaton
John Eaton
Recording Engineer
D. Sardy
D. Sardy
Mixing Engineer
David Schiffman
David Schiffman
Recording Engineer
Tony Woodroffe
Tony Woodroffe
Recording Engineer
Carl Glanville
Carl Glanville
Recording Engineer
John Meredith
John Meredith
Recording Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Fuck that shit, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm a give a shout out to my nigga I ain't givin' a shout to no-fuckin'-whitey, fuck that Big Baby Jesus in the motherfucking house Know what I'm sayin'? Unh, fuck it Unh, come on! Unh, Unh I don't walk, I stalk, livin' foul like pork Shuttin' down underground streets of New York Hawk is what them niggas call me, cause they all be Suckin' my dick and on my mother fucking balls, G I know the half, so I laugh wit' 'em Blood bath went I let the fuckin' rap hit 'em Full clip, but only half did 'em That's all it took, another crook Taken out over a dirty look I bag niggas, but niggas with trash shot dead You're only takin' a fuckin' thing from me but hot lead You know my style faggot, cause I'm always schemin' In jail, niggas holdin' a sink screamin' "Police," but you got no peace Yo, was that you big man, and a lot mo' grease All I gets is pounds, niggas want none of this Back streets are like track meets cause I be runnin' this Ain't nowhere to run (cause I be runnin' this) Ain't nowhere to hide (come on) Ain't nowhere to go (cause I be runnin' this) Reaper saved your soul (come on) Surrounded by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on) Locking open doors again I'm still afraid of you (straight up, motherfucker) Light to dark, then light again, I always thought I knew (come on) Young to old and young again, what's left for me to do? (straight up) System of the universe, selecting me in time (come on) I'm falling down upon the earth, and singing truth in rhyme (come on) If I was a rolling stone, I'd roll until I flew (come on) And if I was a garden I would bloom in black for you (Dirt Dog in effect) Ain't nowhere to run (cause I be runnin' this) Ain't nowhere to hide (come on) Ain't nowhere to go (cause I be runnin' this) Reaper saved your soul (come on) Ahhhh, yi yi yi yi (come on) Ain't nowhere to run (cause I be runnin' this) Ain't nowhere to hide (come on) Ain't nowhere to go (cause I be runnin' this) Reaper saved your soul (come on) Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha What you motherfuckers invented Is the craziest nigga that ever been invented Ha ha ha ha ha Most know, don't front on Ol' Dirty Bastard Ha ha ha ha I call on Jesus There's no obstacles that you have to jump There's no walls that you have to climb This is real, this is elementary, dear Elementary, Watson, elementary Ahhhhh I ain't no picture on your fucking wall, necklace wearin' bitch You don't want this money till it's rich Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free Go against the grain, I got to pee I know you don't recognize me now I done cocooned How many lightning bugs do it take to light up a fucking moon? Brothers, people, you'd better get the fuck off of me We don't need it, it gets more ugly Bitches was tryin' to bust their ass Tryin' to get away from me when I said my real name I call myself in the bitch butthole All the same, all the same, all the same Ain't nowhere to run Ain't nowhere to hide Ain't nowhere to go Reaper saved your soul Ahhh yi yi yi yi What, motherfucker? Don't try to psychology my shit, motherfucker Cause you'll never psychology it, motherfucker Never, never, never, motherfucker, never
Writer(s): Rick Rubin, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Scott Kirkland, Jack Blades, Ozzy Osbourne, Dmx, Ken Jordan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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