Wu-Tang Clan - Take It Back Lyrics
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| Wu-Tang Clan
- Take It Back Lyrics
Album: Non-Album Songs Lyrics [Intro: movie sample (Raekwon)] On the firing line... lock, one round load Ready on the right? Ready on the left? Ready on the firing line? Watch for ya targets (Yeah, yeah, yeah...) pay attention [Raekwon] Welcome to the fish fry where niggaz get burnt to a crisp Jump out the pot, "Yeah yo I got this" Long armor, construction's on, I'm pro-drama Catch me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black ninjas 'll come through, tuxedos on with the gold llamas Priceless like emeralds, check out the ski mask King Tut's nephew gave it to me for three bags Of heron, Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow Fifth out, runnin' up in Saks with the ill army Shake feds, play dead, yo check out what Rae said Lay on ya hands, let the Branson break bread High energy, all my niggaz a kin to me Regardless how it go down I still get ten a ki Beware of my enemies, y'all remember me Nikes with the low goose on and I've been a beast Wilding in my headphones, red in my stones Good ganja out, if I die fill up my headstones With water, dough, acid and gold classics All my niggaz who pump, the spirit'll jump out and grab shit Max with the laser on 'em, staircase caskets (caskets) Broke bugged thugs in the hallway maxing (maxing) [Interlude: Inspectah Deck (movie sample)] Still them 1-6-Ooh niggaz, straight up (whoa, hold up, hold up) [Inspectah Deck] The nozzel aim, rip through ya frame for pocket change Fiend for the Rush Hour 4, then pop a vein Thousand dollar corks pop, pause or get off top Used to be a general, just lost your spot Animal House, two grand'll handle ya mouth Beast mode with the G-Code, cancel 'em out Son, I've seen hell, fell into the palms of Satan arms Don that I am made 'em bow in the face of God Graveyard Shifting, different day, the same thing The name ring then the chain swing and dames cling Money green, Maury kicks, whips and new fitteds (It was all a dream) Advocated by the few who do live it Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mausberg Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg Old man told me, don't be, blind to deception, only Sharp with perfection, homey, ya mind is a weapon [Interlude: movie sample] Relax, you got ya muscles tight, relax Word... Word... [Chorus: Method Man (U-God)] First we told y'all niggaz, then we showed y'all niggaz, huh? (We gon' take it back with this) By the time you get a show, we've been all around the globe, huh? (We gon' take it back with this) Before you even had a name, you was screaming "Wu-Tang" (We gon' take it back with this) When we was running on the block, you was under ya pops, remember (We gon' take it back with this... let's go) [Ghostface Killah] Armored truck money, Shazam bangles, play the throne like Julius Caesar, gorilla mob, slash, Killah's gaurd Fake passports and visas, all of my goons They be carrying spoons, because boom, he had a massive seizure Hot chocolate lovers, guns is published Detroit bitches out of town be dying to fuck us This is real talk, shank lullabyes Ben Franks, we like Jet Blue we stay hella high Curl on the dumbell L, we can't even S-P-E-L-L MTV or TRL's Supreme novelists, we rank superior, guarding the post Down low in the 'jects, got it locked in ya area Ain't tryin' to hurry up We like rebel niggaz powdered up wilding in the streets of Liberia No matter the crime, I'm beating the case If I'm a wrong, a chair hit a judge right in his face Shitting shanks out, come to court dates Mittens on shines with blood Wally's that's the color of wine [U-God] Talk to me, my criminal mystique Kick back the boards, six thousand a week Pay homage, what the don beat, you're a minor threat I see ya sweat roll down ya cheek And ya soft and sweet, ya talk is pork Get murdered in New York when I enforce the heat And the cost ain't cheap, my advice is priceless Bring back the life that ya thought was lifeless The Way of the Gun, son, who the nicest? S.K., no stungun, smooth devices Time Crisis, I played the game, low lifers In a brawl, ripped the phones out the walls in Riker's Vipers in the infirmary rooms with slicers Shiesters with hate in their blood might bite ya Fuck that bitch, ya wife don't write ya Cancel her, buy another one just like her Pipers in the bucket of ice taste righteous Today's mathematics when we build in cyphers The baby automatic kill like Air Force strikers I'm still Asiatic when I spill the hypeness [Interlude: movie sample] The dark, and this place will come here That's right! [Chorus]
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