No Runnin To Ya Mama - Tech N9ne

Yeah, you must be throw’d

You gon' make them thangs come up out that load

You ain’t built like that but you talk so cold

Yeah, we know

Hurts now, purps found cause a nigga squirt rounds

Acting like ya wore a purse on turf grounds

Like how his homies didn’t tell him to pull his skirt down

Now look at’cha

Loud mouth we found a round to match ya

Bound to smack ya, now the ground’ll catch ya

'Cause you frowned at the hounds and you found disaster

He talking hella shady

How I get it on the daily

They jelly bout my gravy but they crazy 'cause they think I won’t be banging

like the 80's

Your homie was a movie

So we dot him with the tooly

Got his family sick and woozy

Giving him the finger, way of Rodney O and Joe Cooley

They hot around the collar

'Cause I got a lot of shotters

So don’t nobody bother, if they try to then we stoppin' they medulla oblongata

So be careful when you saucing

You could end up in the coffin

You better take precaution when you see real niggas crossing, shut the fuck up

when we talking

If you get my killers heated

You’ll be curled up like a fetus

All them words, you’re gonna eat it

Every fist and all the feet is never ceasing when you pleaded

So I think you better comma

Or get lit up with the llama

KC all the way to Ghana, when you grown and start the drama, ain’t no running

to yo mama, nigga

No running to yo mama

When you caught up in the drama

No running to yo mama when you caught up in the drama 'cause you did nobody

honor

We the boss players

In this, industry and not SEGA

Nigga we are stop haters

We take 'em to the end and then it’s biva Las Begas

If you tripping, y’all nuts

'Cause we sick and all bust

So get the motherfucking pineapple, the rum and the coconut and mix it all up

We coming from the ghetto

And we keep the heavy metal

So you suckers better settle 'cause we turn a wolf and devil to a woman in

stilettos

'Cause they didn’t really want it

They was only in the moment

Hella talking, never on it

Had they’re chance and now they blown it 'cause the king was their opponent

He bit the hand that fed him

Run you over if you let him

All the homies wanna get him, heard the words when he said them now I know that

he regret them

'Cause we be getting money

And he be looking bummy

So keep the coward from me, when you see me don’t be chummy

Muh’fucking dummy

I know you can’t stand me

But you know that we go hammy

Have you sleeping like a xanny, hit them with a super whammy when I cut them

from the family

We in every nook and cranny

Hit you when you’re in your jammies, when you’re in your manny panties

See me and my brother Sammy, ain’t no yelling for your granny and no running to

your mammy nigga

No running to yo mama

When you caught up in the drama

No running to yo mama when you caught up in the drama 'cause you did nobody

honor