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Take It Back

アーティスト:Wu-Tang Clan  アルバム:8 Diagrams  作詞:COLES DENNIS DAVID/GHOST FACE KILLER/DIGGS ROBERT  作曲:COLES DENNIS DAVID/GHOST FACE KILLER/DIGGS ROBERT 

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(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))


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