you last I got a question, you still with homeboy? You are viewing lyrics of Runaway by TECH N9NE from the album UNKNOWN at LyricsAndSongs.COM Y'know homeboy don't
the bitches, yeah Yo, yo This is for my niggaz down in Houston on candy paint All my niggaz in the Dirty South, Miami Mayne All my niggaz in the A-T-L
/ Your record labels' sorry but your phony ass superstars carbon copied, indistiguished, no identity/ Raise up off these N-U-T's, cock suckin' nigga, please/ We ain't
baby sweeter that love songs Milk'n'Honey baby make ya love strong. What more can i give you baby that will linger on Milk'n'Honey baby make ya love strong. {Rappping} L
is nothing left to take All I do is lay awake B e n e a t h t h e s i l e n c e
, I don't think so Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, Brother 52 We don't think so Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, Brother 52 I don't
they're jinglin Everyones mingling Hip-hop bringing people together Tougher than leather, like Run-d.m.c Its time to show up, blow up like t-n-t Or stay
these n**gas know That you gon? always be mine Disappeared and reappeared We held it down through the years All the crazy sh*t we been through Can?t take
jack, you be a goner Yo, control this rap like Napoleon Half-Mongolian, hold it, you owe me in Rock 'em like linoleum, yeah Lex, diamonds, shinin' like you rhymin' 929'n
remember me from the what Reveille Ex girl Beverly, A-B-C-D E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P Q-R-S-T, U to the V Man that's the end, S-P to the M X to the Y and
lit ridin' out talkin' shit Nigga where you wanna go? You know the club don't close 'til four Let's party 'til we can't no more Watch out here come the
me while I'm fillin the Uz' up Demons won't let me see a man fillin my shoes up I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that ain't hard When I'm in the Beamer before
to you again Missing you (Hey...ey...ey...ey...) Tim is missing you, Missy's missing you Rashad is missing you, your mom is missing you (N-n-n-n-no,
you Then it gotta be more, ya'll left your paws Footprints on the game, hood ain't been the same Feeling ain't been in music, hooks ain't been the same
shit wit' this style I've perfected Carry a concealed Tech, shit for the next bitch On the ego-trip or some God complex it's The U-N-H-O-L-Y, murder lullaby
fly thugs cry so you can't deny When tears fall from your eyes up your soul to the sky The fallen angel U N H O L Y, hell I be hellavul hellifeid 'Cuz
dry L-L-L-Land And I wish I could tell you that it ended happy Pretend like his bones weren?t practically snapping Pretend like her gills didn?t