Run But Can’t Hide lyrics

[Intro: JB Bin Laden]
(Ayo, X9)
These n*ggas can't f*ck wit' us in nothing, but dying
These b*tch-ass n*ggas, they can't f*ck wit' us in nothing, but dying
Uh, uh
You b*tch-ass n*ggas can't f*ck wit' us in nothing, but dying, n*gga
You b*tch-ass n*ggas can't f*ck wit' us in nothing, but dying
b*tch
Uh-huh, uh-huh

[Verse 1: JB BinLaden]
Yeah, these n*ggas, they can't f*ck wit' us in nothing, but dying
You can run but you can't hide, you just gon' die tired (b*tch)
My lil' bruddas trash n*ggas, these n*ggas expired (Yeah)
Short n*gga but this switch make me feel 6'5 (Yeah)
She said some slick sh*t about the lo', I let that sh*t slide (b*tch)
I ain't even know this ain't the post, found out the b*tch died (b*tch)
You book them Bloodhounds for a show, con' have this b*tch live (Yeah)
You can get some bags or book a blow, might front what you buying
n*gga, all us drop Ys, n*gga, all these Glock's fire (Yeah)
Ayy, all these b*tches bops, n*gga, no, they not mine (b*tch)
We got blood for hire n*gga, tell me who hiring
We know you a liar, n*gga, we know you lying (Yeah)
Four n*ggas bounce out, open fire, n*gga, you know you dying (Uh-huh, yeah)
I'ma get my n*ggas out the trenches, I hope you trying
Them n*ggas can't f*ck wit' us in nothing, tell them knock it off
All I drop is merch, these n*ggas dropping dimes and dropping salt
[Verse 2: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
f*ck my opps them n*ggas hoes and we can get it on (You know that)
Thirty shots up in my Glock, on the back, a fully on it (Brrt)
Slept up in the same bed wit' n*ggas I'm spinnin' on (Haha)
n*ggas hoes, they ain't your mans, watch who you call your bro (Watch who you call yo' bro)
Jumped his gate, until this day, that n*gga still a ho (His a ho)
Tote Micro Drac, we switchin' lanes, you play, shoot through the door (Gon' shoot this b*tch through the door)
A n*gga play, got caught broad day, left him outside the store (Left his ass outside the store)
Left him outside the store, switchy made him stop, drop, and roll (Drop and roll)
You know I cannot go, bet a n*gga won't play without gettin' sent home
Next n*gga we catch, leave him wit' his head gone
Lil' cuz be fried, man, I think his head gone (Head gone)
Really walking n*ggas down wit' no mask on (No mask on)
Only blood in my eyes, b*tch this a red zone (This the red zone)
Only blood in my eyes, b*tch, this a red zone
We hop out, get sh*t over gone (Over gone)
I pop my sh*t in every song (Every song)
n*gga know he gon' die if he move wrong (n*gga know he gon' die if he move wrong)