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Wu Tang Clan- Take It Back
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Clan
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Hunter
Jason Hunter
Composer
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Composer
Osten Harvey
Osten Harvey
Composer
Bob James
Bob James
Composer
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Composer
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Composer
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Composer
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Easy Mo Bee
Easy Mo Bee
Producer
RZA
RZA
Mixing Engineer
Chris Sopa
Chris Sopa
Recording Engineer

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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 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 I'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 your 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 Nike's with the low goose on and I've been a beast Wildin' 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 Broke bugged thugs in the hallway maxing Still them 1-6-Ooh niggaz, straight up Whoa, hold up, hold up The nozzle aim, rip through your 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 Shiftin', different day, the same thing The name ring then the chain swing and dames cling Money green, Maury kicks, whips and new fitteds Advocated by the few who do live it Blomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg 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, your mind is a weapon Relax, you got your 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 screamin', "Wu-Tang" We gon' take it back with this When we was runnin' on the block, you was under your 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 guard Fake passports and visas, all of my goons They be carryin' spoons because boom he had a massive seizure Hot chocolate lovers, guns is published Detroit bitches out of town be dyin' to fuck us This is real talk, shank lullabies Ben Franks, we like Jet Blue we stay hella high Curl on the dumbbell L We can't even S P E L L MTV or TRL Supreme novelists, we rank superior, guardin' the post Down low in the 'jects, got it locked in your area Ain't tryin' to hurry up we like rebel niggaz Powdered up wildin' in the streets of Liberia No matter the crime, I'm beatin' the case If I'm a wrong, a chair hit a judge right in his face Shittin' 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 your sweat roll down your cheek And your 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, ripped the phones out the walls in Riker's Vipers in the infirmary rooms with slicers Shiesters with hate in their blood might bite you Fuck that bitch, your wife don't write your 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 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 screamin', "Wu-Tang" We gon' take it back with this When we was runnin' on the block, you was under your pops, remember We gon' take it back with this, let's go
Writer(s): Corey Woods, Lamont Hawkins, Dennis David Coles, Jason S. Hunter, Clifford Smith, Osten Harvey, Robert F. Diggs, Robert M. James Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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