Take It Back Songtext
von Infamous Mobb

Take it back, take it back, take it back, take it back

See my pops, that nigga had to be a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat had to be his home
′Cause by time I was three he was gone
I had to move on, stay strong for my moms
We moved to the block 1976
About that time I was three, a little kid
Came from Bed-Stuy but I rep Queensbridge
River Park Jams made a kid what I is
Seeing Marley Marl, Hot Day, DJ Twins
Had a joint jump when the record start to spin

MC Shan, Akim, Flash and Biz
Coke was it, Tragedy and Super Kid was my shit
I couldn't count all the drugs that I sold in my head
Nor all the times that I could′ve been dead
Shot, stabbed, locked up in jail doing bids
My mother never told me there'll be days like this
Why?


Let's take it back to 8-tracks and Cadillacs
Diamond in the back, on the block selling crack
Take it back, way back when P had the black Ac′
About ′95 when we first started to rap
In fact, take it back I had hoes on the track
See I been did that, my favorite joint was the Mac
Click clack, take it back when I was a little kid
All the hard times growing up, bid after bid

As I go in deep thought about how I came up
My pops was never there on none of my birthdays
Or no holidays but I loved him anyway
God bless his soul, I know how shit go
Nobody's perfect, you feel me bro?

It was just me and my brother
My mother was like my father
She told us right from wrong
Always stay strong no matter the situation
Just have patience
Eventually you will achieve your goal
Whatever you do, be the best at it
I ran with her words of wisdom and ran at it

Top speed mind on success and checks
My kids and my clique, fuck the bullshit
It′s money to get

Rappers nowadays be frontin' like they rich
Flossin′ and flashin', that shit don′t impress me
Feel me thug?


Let's take it back to 8-tracks and Cadillacs
Diamond in the back, on the block selling crack
Take it back, way back when P had the black Ac'
About ′95 when we first started to rap
In fact, take it back I had hoes on the track
See I been did that, my favorite joint was the Mac
Click clack, take it back when I was a little kid
All the hard times growing up, bid after bid

Yo the name of this book is called Shit Never Change
Guaranteed if you read it, you′ll never feel the same
It was around '79 when we moved to the hood
Young ass girl with four kids and one in the oven

I ain′t really had no fam, just my aunt and cousins
Thanks to free lunch, without that a nigga be buggin'
I remember my mother voice, bustin′ and cussin'
On the welfare line collectin′ the stamps
And thanks to the hood, it made me who I am
A hustler, know how to get what I need
Make sure I'm good with somewhere to sleep
Since a little kid times been tough
Pumpin' cracks at twelve, times been rough
Holes in my shoes, who gives a fuck?

One thing on my mind is makin′ those bucks

Slip get clapped up, don′t press your luck

Let's take it back to 8-tracks and Cadillacs
Diamond in the back, on the block selling crack
Take it back, way back when P had the black Ac′
About '95 when we first started to rap
In fact, take it back I had hoes on the track
See I been did that, my favorite joint was the Mac
Click clack, take it back when I was a little kid
All the hard times growing up, bid after bid