Video Better Run de Bizzy Bone 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Bizzy Bone - Better Run Lyrics

Better run Song Lyrics
Better run by Bizzy Bone Yeah, Yeah
Bizzy The Kid
The Midwest Cowboy
galloping To a hood near you
imgine me being signed to B2K
You, think you can pay me in Monopoly money?
man i will smack one of you in the head with a baseball bat

(Chorus)
You, run and you, hide
better hide, better hide
And you a run and you and hide
better hide hide (x2)

(Verse 1)
Son of a
i never through a grenade
i'd never sell out to B2K
gotta love the way in da street hold be hold'n me back
im the rebelious
leader of the army bregaid
aint a, that can wipe my style
because it always change
you hold me down
im still gon rain
got poped in back of the dog
when hoe came back with with bullet da bullet, brains
murdah my little brother
and how much you think i paid
to chop da body
to build grenades
got kidnapped to
through the tape like hey
jump outa the window you know it get n the way
they murda my children when i tryin to change the sh*t to another level
the babolonians against the rebels
it was seven of us comin with the Bone Thugs up against the wall
come out the corner doin the devel
put the peddel to the metal
with me and my seven animals
right around the corner
reloadin holden the handle
got a 2-57 that everybody call cannibal
russion rolet
whos next
ready to gamble
im a rammblin man
keep guns on the mantle
and acount for my little brother
capo cofusious
you know what it is
its how we do it
through a brick in the buildings
(???)
never tollerated you just the passion of the christ
give me the money
can never f**k me twice
went shop for the impsosilse
give me the gospiles
with the wing
spread the movent take flight
shot at
bizzy the kid ready for combat
bring it on napalm comeback
runnin machien guns
and another round
looks some sinister rips we really gonna come

(Chorus) (x4)

In the kitchen
whatch the fans kicken
i tearin, is the ray
is the fon smitchen
mystified
got me mystified
and bring it on
he deserve to get his dick in
put the, in
the bed turn rats
in the realin
and only motels make him wear ribbons
through the visitor room
he kissin his kids and backs to room
(???)
if the real come on
you wanna f**k it
im the realist
high yall spinnin before
i getten sinits
with a