Running Back (Pt. 2) Brotha Lynch Hung

[Intro]
Shh

[Chorus]
Stuck in my past
'Bout to relapse
I keep runnin’ back to you
I tried to refrain
But your nectar's so sweet and savory
I keep runnin' back to you

[Verse 1]
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, I was ready to rock it
Had Dino in the back seat, G-Smoove in the cockpit
I got it locked, niggas about to need 'em a locksmith
They knew they couldn't fuck with me, they just wanted to talk shit
But I don't have it, let 'em have it, it’s a habit
Hit ’em right in the breadbasket, somebody better call a casket
I'm toxic, poison like these Newport cigarettes
I’m smokin' on in the corner like a black Al Capone
I could call it, it could happen, I'm the captain
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, this shit wasn’t workin'
I was thirty thinkin' back when I was twenty
Never thinkin' 'bout the money, that's funny
'Cause I was