I heard that payback's a mother fuckin' bitch
But I won't stress and I won't switch
And I would not take my life
Glory please my God the only thing on my mind
Takes up all of my time
And I said ooh!
Running from a gun
Or some brain that ways a ton
And my God it hurts to get so low
Searchin' through the cars
Cold still searchin' through the night
I think I will run to you but I refuse to fuss and fight

And God may find a reason
Well I'm sure you'll find a rhyme
Because it takes up nearly all my time
He who stands for freedom
God knows I've got the number
But maybe I just use too much

I was sitting in that bar
Now I'm sittin' in that stolen car
Cold, still rollin' down the boulevard
Saw you with a gleam
And the microphone scene
Think I will run, to you
But I know I won't live for me
Cause I know God's got both, the reason and the rhyme
Please tell me, why he takes up all my time
I've been drinking, just like you
And baby, you've got something I can use

Payback's a mother fuckin' blast
But I won't stress and I won't blast
And I would not take my life
Glory please, my God, comin' from heaven above
Takes up all of my time
And I said

(Why must I feel like that?)

Running from a gun
And some brain that ways a ton
You know, I did that line for Flava' Flave

But, all the D.J.'s do it
All the D.J.'s use it
I would run, I would switch
But I want to be the same
And I know I'll find a reason
'Cause I always bust a rhyme
Because it takes up nearly all my time
The "T" hear stands for treason
The "D" hear stands for dove
And maybe I just use too,
Maybe I'm just used too much
And maybe I just use too much.

Writer : NOWELL, BRAD
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group