running back (pt. 2)
brotha lynch hung
i keep runnin' back to you
but your nectar's so sweet and savory
i keep runnin' back to you
i used to shoot at 'em with the homies out the six-four drop
didn't never leave a witness
ain't no callin' the cops
i had a knot in my pocket
had dino in the back seat
niggas about to need 'em a locksmith
they knew they couldn't fuck with me
they just wanted to talk shit
hit 'em right in the breadbasket
somebody better call a casket
poison like these newport cigarettes
i'm smokin' on in the corner like a black al capone
hang his head up in the rafters then come back and get the transfer
i was always in the backseat swervin'
higher than michael irvin
i was thirty thinkin' back when i was twenty
never thinkin' 'bout the money
i keep runnin' back to you
but your nectar's so sweet and savory
i keep runnin' back to you
back in the day i used to cut 'em and gut 'em and wrap 'em up
get a lighter and light it up
caught the bus just to go to your school
any bag a nigga had i was ready to put it up
i was all about the rappin'
i wasn't married to the music
but i had an engagement comin' up
so i gotta find the rappers i want and tie 'em up
'til they sign the dotted line and then battle me for the bucks
i used to let them rap and eat 'em up
put 'em in a dark black sack then ship 'em off
i get the call when i'm at that with the hatchet
if you got the skills let me show you you really soft
rappers in a circle like meat in a meat truck
it reminds me of a barbeque pit when it lights up
after i eat every rapper in the place and night's up
i keep runnin' back to you
but your nectar's so sweet and savory
i keep runnin' back to you