"No Runnin To Ya Mama" lyrics

[Tech N9ne:]
Yeah, you must be throw'd
You gon' make them things 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
How come his homies didn't tell him pull his skirt down?
Now look at you, 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 eighties
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 & 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 saucin', you could end up in the coffin, you better take precaution
When you see real niggas crossin', shut the fuck up when we talkin'
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

[Lace Jr. (Tech N9ne):]
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 give nobody honour
(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 give nobody honour)

[Krizz Kaliko:]
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[Tech N9ne:]
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 and 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
Motherfucking 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

[Lace Jr. (Tech N9ne):]
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 give nobody honour
(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 give nobody honour)

[Krizz Kaliko:]
Ooh, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well
Ooh, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well