| Stuck in my past
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| 'Bout to relapse
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| I keep runnin' back to you
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| I tried to refrain
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| But your nectar’s so sweet and savory
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| I keep runnin' back to you
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| I used to shoot at 'em with the homies out the six-four drop
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| Didn’t never leave a witness, ain’t no callin' the cops
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| I had a knot in my pocket, I was ready to rock it
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| Had Dino in the back seat, G-Smoove in the cockpit
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| I got it locked, niggas about to need 'em a locksmith
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| They knew they couldn’t fuck with me, they just wanted to talk shit
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| But I don’t have it, let 'em have it, it’s a habit
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| Hit 'em right in the breadbasket, somebody better call a casket
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| I’m toxic, poison like these Newport cigarettes
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| I’m smokin' on in the corner like a black Al Capone
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| I could call it, it could happen, I’m the captain
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| Hang his head up in the rafters then come back and get the transfer
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| I was always in the backseat swervin'
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| Higher than Michael Irvin, this shit wasn’t workin'
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| I was thirty thinkin' back when I was twenty
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| Never thinkin' 'bout the money, that’s funny
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| 'Cause I was
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| Stuck in my past
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| 'Bout to relapse
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| I keep runnin' back to you (Runnin' back to you)
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| I tried to refrain
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| But your nectar’s so sweet and savory
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| I keep runnin' back to you
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| Back in the day I used to cut 'em and gut 'em and wrap 'em up
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| Put they lyrics in a bag, get a lighter and light it up
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| Caught the bus just to go to your school, I was a nut
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| Any bag a nigga had I was ready to put it up
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| I was all about the rappin', my niggas was wanted, but
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| I wasn’t married to the music, but I had an engagement comin' up
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| So I gotta find the rappers I want and tie 'em up
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| 'Til they sign the dotted line and then battle me for the bucks
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| I used to let them rap and eat 'em up
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| Put 'em in a dark black sack then ship 'em off
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| I get the call when I’m at that with the hatchet
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| If you got the skills let me show you you really soft
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| Rappers in a circle like meat in a meat truck
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| It reminds me of a barbeque pit when it lights up
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| After I eat every rapper in the place and night’s up
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| Grr, 'cause I was
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| Stuck in my past
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| 'Bout to relapse
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| I keep runnin' back to you
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| I tried to refrain
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| But your nectar’s so sweet and savory
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| I keep runnin' back to you
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| Oh-oh
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| Oh-whoa
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| Oh-whoa-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-whoa
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| Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-ohh
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| Oh-whoa
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| Stuck in my past
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| 'Bout to relapse
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| Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Stuck in my past
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| 'Bout to relapse
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| Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Runnin' back to you
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| Oh whoa, oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh whoa, oh-oh
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| Whoa-oh
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| Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Stuck in my past
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| 'Bout to relapse
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| Stuck in my past
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| 'Bout to relapse |