Fugitive - DP-6

Well you find you got a lover tonight To hide away And if you want me undercover tonight Then find a way Oh let me know the man is here He don't wanna jive I'm dead or I'm alive oh I wasn't plannin' to be stoppin' tonight 'Til I'm far away 'Cause all Hellza gonna poppin' tonight S' don't send me away Oh I never shut the deputy Oh sure I robbed a bank and they know who To thank You take my life tonight You decide on what is right You think about a plan You hide me from the man You keep me out a sight You take my life tonight You decide on what is right You think about a plan You hide me from the man You keep me out a sight You take my life tonight Well I'm runnin' but I takin' my time So shelter me And tonight I wanna drinkin' your wine Be fancy free Oh they're at the door say you're alone You know they got the guns They'll shout me down for fun hey You take my life tonight You decide on what is right You think about a plan You hide me from the man You keep me out a sight You take my life tonight You decide on what is right You think about a plan You hide me from the man You keep me out a sight You take my life tonight You take my life tonight You decide on what is right You think about a plan You hide me from the man You keep me out a sight

Otro palo pa' las babies Otro palo, otro palo pa' las babies 20 llamadas perdidas, Esto se convierte en todos los días, Tu bebo se cree que siempre estás dormida, en tu cuarto. Pero no sabe que siempre estás aquí, aquí. Faltaste al colegio por estar metida aquí, Pinchaste hasta abajo por estar chingando aquí, Sino te voto estás dormida aquí, aquí, aquí, aquí, aquí, aquí. Tu muerte está llamando y no sabe que estás aquí. Tu bebo fue a buscarte y no sabe que estás aquí, eres la fugitiva, por estar brincando aquí, brincando aquí en este berd. Se perdió un par de días, la pinchate a las amigas, toda una diva, era este bicho en loquita. Oye tu ta pendiente de lo que tiene en mente, Lo rico que esto se siente.

Lost in a lullaby Side of the road Melt in a memory Slide in a solitude Not 'til I can read by the moon Am I going anywhere Not 'til I can read by the moon I blow you a kiss It should reach you tomorrow As it flies from the other side of the world From my room in my fugitive motel Somewhere in the dust bowl Let it flies from the other side of the world "I'm tired" I said "You always look tired" she said "I'm admired" I said "You always look tired" she said Not 'til I can read by the moon Am I going anywhere Not 'til I can read by the moon I blow you a kiss It should reach you tomorrow, reach you tomorrow It flies from the other side of the world From my room in my fugitive motel Somewhere in the dust bowl, somewhere in the dust bowl It flies from the other side of the world The curtains stay closed Everyone knows You hear through the walls in this place Cigarette holes for every lost soul To give up the ghost in this place Give me strength Give me wings Give me strength Give me wings I blow you a kiss It should reach you tomorrow, reach you tomorrow It flies from the other side of the world From my room in my fugitive motel Somewhere in the dust bowl, somewhere in the dust bowl It flies from the other side of the world The other side of the world The other side of the world Other side of the world

I'm harboring a fugitive a defector of a kind She lives in my soul drinks of my wine And I'd give my last breath to keep us alive Are they coming for us with cameras or guns We don't know which but we gotta run You say this is not what I bargained for So hide yourself for me All for me We swore to ourselves we'd go to the end of the world But I got caught up in the whirl and the twirl of it all A day in the sun dancing alone Baby I'm so sorry now Now it's coming to you the lessons I've learned Won't do you any good you've got to get burned The curse and the blessing they're one in the same Baby it's all such a treacherous gain Hide yourself from me I said hide yourself from me All for me I stood without clothes danced in the sand I was aching with freedom kissing the damned I said remember this as how it should be Baby I said it's all in our hands Got to learn to respect what we don't understand We are fortunate ones fortunate ones I swear So hide yourself for me I will hide myself for you All for you I stood without clothes danced in the sand I was aching with freedom kissing the damned I said remember this as how it should be

Down every road there's always one more city I'm on the run, the highway is my home I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days While mama used to pray my crops would fail I'm a hunted fugitive with just two ways: Outrun the law or spend my life in jail I'd like to settle down but they won't let me A fugitive must be a rolling stone Down every road there's always one more city I'm on the run' the highway is my home I'm lonely but I can't afford the luxury Of having one I love to come along She'd only slow me down and they'd catch up with me For he who travels fastest goes alone I'd like to settle down but they won't let me A fugitive must be a rolling stone Down every road there's always one more city I'm on the run' the highway is my home I'm on the run' the highway is my home

Coca, muah Elephant in the room Crills Early in the morning, could barely feel my face Cuttin' that raw raw hammer on my waist My baby mammas' stressin', I'm like fuck out of my face Feds on my ass now, 'bout to catch a case I'm about that "makin money" I'm alergic to poor Shit, I done made some hoes out of the girls next door 6 in the morning when they kick in the door I'm probly outside the forge gettin' brain in the Porsche What Porsche? My Porsche yeah the GT Porsche Of course I floss like them DC boys Shit, right at club love I fucked at least three broads In the middle of the dancefloor such a sleazy whore Now, headed for paradise Carlos Bengante, jazz in the background, Harry Belofante Seagul in the clouds look honey im comin' Different strokes, different folks, you guessed it, Phillip Drummin Now I'ma fuck the pussy 'till the pussy get numb and Roll over naked then we kush kush puffin' This is way too easy though, I am the magnifico Cuban is pride, but I'm much more like eazy though If you don't believe me you can see me on your TV yo, Taylor Made Versachi, I'm with Khaled on that speedy boat When it comes to latina MC's there's none bigger Now who's gonna tell me that I can't say nigga? Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga bitch hoe 'Cause some chicks is bitches, and some chicks is hoes Some independent ladies yeah they make a lotta dough So they get nuthin' but love and respect from Fat Joe I remember when I stepped in the game yo Army fatigue with grey Nikes, that flow Joe, You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe, you gotta gotta gotta Gotta let 'em know Joe You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe, you gotta gotta gotta Gotta let 'em know I'm Borricua 'till I die motherfuckers, yes I will detach you I'll leave holes you can't cover with tattoos All you lame souls keep prayin' to them statues, when I'm the Ghetto God, I'll bless you, achoo The one spitter, the can't get ridder, major label dropped me what I do? I got richer 80 babies terror on the corner, I'm the pitcher Got a new connect and what I do? I got richer ? The wop bam boo Guess what, America we love you And I'm a stay reppin' that TS Crew And show ya motherfuckers how the BX do Shit, every time I rockwild, it's more like a zoo Blinds wrapped around the corner if your too late your blue In that new white phantom, call it: milk on wheels Niggaz wilin' like Joe jus ODed off pills I ODed of crills, I ODed of mills You Monopoly guys, haulin' in no billz Shit, niggaz keep askin': how come he so real? 6'1", light skin, got them green eyes, teal Haha, it's the fugitive Coca I'm on the run, and I'm eatin' bitch Street runner on this one, bitch We'd like to welcome you, "elephant in the room", (thank you, Thank you), bitch Top of my game right now, can't nobody see me man We use different forms of transportation nigga I'm on different planets than y'all niggaz right now You can deny all you want nigga Coca's spittin' that shit, these streets is mine Oh, I get on some Pun shit What you want? That hardcore, commercial shit? What you wanna dance? Crills mania, nigga BXTS! I owns this shit!