Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Run Away featuring TECH N9NE & Krizz Kaliko, artist - Prozak. Album song Tales From The Sick, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.06.2008
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Run Away featuring TECH N9NE & Krizz Kaliko |
Hey, corrupted the choir boy |
In since one nine nine nine now |
Think that I’m bluffin try boy |
You can sho nuff find out how |
'Cause I keep one on me. |
You ain’t got a meaner demeanor |
But if you don’t stand down to an angel when you see him |
Get a hot one in between 'em, yeah |
Out comes my gun, you 'bout to run |
When I put it on |
Ain’t got no problem, knockin' it problem |
Niggas if you wanna get it on |
I’ll be the last man standin' |
Like you abandon yo mans and them |
Got a two piece and a biscuit up in my hands for them |
Dranks up, drip that, know what I’m talkin' 'bout |
If you creep up in Krizz house, yo ass ain’t gon' be walkin' out |
Talkin' out the side of yo neck |
And if it don’t understand the words that you sayin |
I’ma take it as disrespect, losin' it |
Slowly as them days go by |
So if you got some beef wit me, better stroll on by |
See we gentle and peaceful people |
But mentally be some evil is supposed to provoke |
Bad actions start to comin' out of church folk |
See you can run, but you can’t hide |
I see you shake, heartbeatin' inside |
You can’t help it 'cause it’s over |
And they tried to run away |
See you can hide, but you can’t run |
You ought to stop, when you see me comin' |
You tried to stop it, but it’s over |
I will make them run away |
God gave me the gift to soothe the savage beast nigga |
God made me to rip and rule the baddest peace spitta |
But you’s a bitch if you thinkin' leakings gon' hurt me |
I’m purposely servin' these twerps to the third degree verbally |
Birth of these marksmen claimin' to be dark men, hearts been hardened |
Harshly sparks me to start the murlarky |
Like Mizzarski, it’s gon' take a nation 'til death mark me |
Your parts will be scattered, battered, and partially |
Barred when the Nnutthowze, give it to you |
They pity the nigga that give us the negative |
You better get ready to get ahead of it |
If you rhetoric and let a bitch you better get |
Wicked with the subjective and the predicate |
And that’s bitch niggas, 'cause I’m a switch getta |
And they jealous 'cause bellas are funded |
And they really hate the way Nina gunnin' |
Hella flowin', they can’t take nuttin from him |
Meet the reapa when I come to your speaka |
I’ma damage, definitely defeat ya |
You so soft and I am the creature feature |
Of an evil enemy spittin' ether |
Niggas is hella wrong and they know that |
Wishin' upon my dough sack |
Make a nigga run away from Tech Nina, Kali, and Prozak |
See you can run, but you can’t hide |
I see you shake, heartbeatin' inside |
You can’t help it 'cause it’s over |
And they tried to run away |
See you can hide, but you can’t run |
You ought to stop, when you see me comin' |
You tried to stop it, but it’s over |
I will make them run away |
Motherfuckers they wanna battle me |
Bitches they wanna straddle me |
Bitches with the strategy |
Wanna stick it in your anatomy |
They got a hand on me, finks they wanna rat on me |
Snakes, they try to rattle me |
But haters, why you mad at me? |
But it really doesn’t matter breathe badder, blood scatter |
Climb to the top of Jacob’s ladder |
Bloody Mary three times and glass shatters |
Hey batter batter batter, hey batter batter, swing |
Take your head off like floss like the holocaust |
Body toss first mark that I come across |
Six from the toss, switch bitch, you just double crossed |
Get hit with the quickness, get written off |
I will take it to the level of angels and devils |
So best to be runnin' when all the dust settles |
The demons will follow, there’ll be no tomorrow |
Your life will be somber, your time is now borrowed |
See my face grinnin', the room will be spinnin' |
The blood will be spillin all over the floor |
From the beginning, your flesh has been sinning |
The pressure is building, you can’t take no more |
So don’t get cynical, every syllable |
Constant and critical to the bare minimal |
Pitiful is what you’ve become to my visual |
Sit back, relax, collectin' my residuals |
See you can run, but you can’t hide |
I see you shake, heartbeatin' inside |
You can’t help it 'cause it’s over |
And they tried to run away |
See you can hide, but you can’t run |
You ought to stop, when you see me comin' |
You tried to stop it, but it’s over |
I will make them run away |