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Take It Back

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eric clapton
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2016-12-24

  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

  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 I'll 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)

  Still them 1-6-Ooh niggaz, straight up (whoa, hold up, hold up)

  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

  Relax, you got ya muscles tight, relax

  Word... Word...

  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)

  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

  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

  The dark, and this place will come here

  That's right!

  That's right!

  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)

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