No Place to Hide

Turn the music up

Turn the lights down

I'm in my zone

Turn the music up

Yo, uh

Check it

Turn the music up in the headphones

It's like it's supposed to happen this one right here

Fresh out the fryin' pan into the fire

I be the, music biz number one supplier

Came from the bottom the bottom, to the "Top of the Pops"

Nigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the block

Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block

I can run it back 'cause I'm straight with the Roc

Through the warmthest

Cord of care

Your love was sent to me

I'm not sure

What to do with it

Or where to put it

I'm so close to tears

And so close to

Simply calling you up

I'm simply suggesting

We go to a hidden place

We go to a hidden place

Let's Go!

Fresh out the fryin' pan into the fire

I be the, music biz number one supplier

What more can I say