Lyrical Breakdown of No Runnin To Ya Mama - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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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 give the finger where run young jankouly 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 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 Oww, owe, owe,oweo, owe, owe,oweo, owe, owe, oweo Oww, owe, owe,oweo, owe, owe,oweo, owe, owe, oweo 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 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 Oww, owe, owe,oweo, owe, owe,oweo, owe, owe, oweo Oww, owe, owe,oweo, owe, owe,oweo, owe, owe, oweo,