| I heard that payback’s a motherfuckin' bitch
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| I won’t stress and I won’t switch
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| And I would not take my life
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| Glory please, my God
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| The only thing on my mind
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| It takes up all of my time
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| And I said
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| Running from a gun
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| Or some brain that weights a ton
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| God it hurts to get so low
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| Searchin' through the cars
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| Cold still searchin' through the night
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| I think I’ll run to you
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| But I refuse to fuss and fight
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| God may find a reason
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| Well I’m sure you’ll find a rhyme
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| 'Cause it takes up nearly all my time
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| He who stands for freedom
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| God knows I’ve got the number
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| But maybe I just use too much
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| I was sitting in that bar
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| Sitting in that stolen car
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| Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard
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| Saw you with a gleam
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| And the microphone scene
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| Think I’ll run, to you
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| But I know I won’t live for me
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| I know God’s got the reason
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| And I know I got the rhyme
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| Tell me, why he takes up all my time
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| Well I’ve been drinking, just like you
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| But baby, you’ve got something I can use
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| Payback’s a motherfuckin' blast
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| I won’t stress and I won’t blast
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| And I would not take my life
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| Glory please, my God
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| Comin' from heaven above
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| It takes up all of my time
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| And I said
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| Running from a gun
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| Or some brain that weights a ton
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| You know, I did that line for Flava' Flav
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| But all the DJs do it
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| All the DJs use it
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| I would run, I would switch
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| But I want to be the same
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| And I know I’ll find a reason
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| 'Cause I always bust a rhyme
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| 'Cause it takes up nearly all my time
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| The T here stands for treason
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| The D here stands for dove
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| And maybe I just use too much
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| I said maybe I just use too much |