Wu-tang Clan

Wu-tang Clan - Take It Back

rate me

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 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)

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!

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