Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Take It Back , by - Wu-Tang Clan. Release date: 10.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Take It Back |
| On the firing line… lock, one round load |
| Ready on the right? |
| Ready on the left? |
| Ready on the firing line? |
| Watch for your targets |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Pay attention |
| Welcome to the fish fry where niggas 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, running 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 niggas are 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 been a beast |
| Wilding in my headphones, red in my stones (Uh-huh) |
| Good ganja out, if I die fill up my headstones |
| With water, dough, acid and gold classics |
| All my niggas who pump, the spirit’ll jump out and grab shit |
| Max with the laser on 'em, staircase caskets |
| Broke bugged thugs in the hallway maxing |
| Still them 1−6-Ooh niggas |
| Straight up |
| Whoa, hold up, hold up |
| The nozzle 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 your 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 strive for perfection homey, your mind is a weapon» |
| Relax |
| You got your muscles tight |
| Relax |
| Word… Word… |
| First we told y’all niggas, then we showed y’all niggas, 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 |
| Yo, yo, yo, armor 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 boo be having massive seizures |
| 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 |
| Supreme novelists, we rank superior, guarding the post |
| Down low in the 'jects, got it locked in your area (Get up) |
| Ain’t tryna hurry up |
| We like rebel niggas powdered up, wilding in the streets of Liberia |
| No matter the crime, I’m beating the case |
| If I’m wrong, a chair’ll hit a judge right in his face |
| Shitting shanks out, come to court dates (Ugh) |
| Mittens on shines with blood Wallys that’s the color of wine |
| Yo, 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 your sweat roll down your cheek |
| And you’re soft and sweet, your 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 you thought was lifeless |
| The way of the gun, son, who the nicest? |
| S.K., no stun gun, smooth devices |
| «Time Crisis,» I played the game, low lifers |
| In a brawl, rip the phones out the walls in Rikers |
| Vipers in the infirmary rooms with slicers |
| Shiesters with hate in their blood might bite you |
| Fuck that bitch if your wife don’t write you |
| 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! |
| First we told y’all niggas, then we showed y’all niggas, 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 |