Back Where I Started Songtext
von The Untouchables
Back Where I Started Songtext
Where will I be?
Back-back where I started
Back-back where I started
Where will I be?
Back-back where I started
From the ground level, I break it down, settle
Olympic rhyme shoulda gave me the gold medal
From the first minute knew I shoulda been in it
Even before I ever came up with pockets linted
I had a dream to make it, my conscious couldn′t shake it
These cats tried but my spirit they could never break it
Was on the long drive with my own guys
It didn't work, started looking for my own prize
They tellin′ all lies, but that ain't no surprise
You gotta know just how it is in this music biz
These brothers cut throats, smother out your bottom line
But I was two steps ahead, couldn't smother mine
′Cause Ras had a plan, put it on the record stands
Was even down at Amoeba selling second hand
Never the second man, I was the first there
Because the thirst was there, Wolf got me outta there
So I signed up, everybody lined up
No more bullshit, time to get my grind up
I made my mind up that I will never stop
Until the wheels fall off, I′m...
Back-back where I started
Back-back where I started
Where will I be?
Back-back where I started
It's 2000 now, everything is looking good
Had to yank Planet A′s right up out the hood
So we hit the road, illest story ever told
Nobody else put it down, had to break the mold
When 40,000 sold, had to attack the globe
You gotta strike while it's hot or be in the cold
But we will never fold, hardest working in the game
These cats tried but yo, really it just ain′t the same
We dropped how the west, they couldn't pass the test
Had every single kid screaming, "You the fuckin′ best!"
We give 'em nothing less, niggas was just outta hand
Was on our own shit, knew we had to take a stand
We had to make a brand, sell it to the whole world
At the telly sliding dick up in your old girl
And her best friend, do it 'cause we gotta win
You got niggas in the game tryna strip it thin
We shouldn′t let ′em in, too late, they all here
And I ain't heard me a fresh nigga all year
That′s why I stay the same, they the only ones to blame
Until the wheels fall off, I'm...
Back-back where I started
Back-back where I started
Where will I be?
Back-back where I started
Come out here, Capone, you wanna fight?
You wanna fight you and me right here?
That′s it, come on!
Somebody, you afraid to come out from behind your men?
You afraid to stand up for yourself?
You wanna do it now? You wanna do it, man, now?
Come on, you son of a bitch!
What? You talk to me like that in front of my son?
Fuck you and your family!
You know, fuck, you got nothing!
You got a lot of talk and a bad...
You're here because you got nothing!
You got nothing in court, you don′t got the bookkeeper
You got nothing! Nothing!
And if you were a man you woulda done it now!
You don't got a thing! You punk!
Back-back where I started
Back-back where I started
Where will I be?
Back-back where I started
From the ground level, I break it down, settle
Olympic rhyme shoulda gave me the gold medal
From the first minute knew I shoulda been in it
Even before I ever came up with pockets linted
I had a dream to make it, my conscious couldn′t shake it
These cats tried but my spirit they could never break it
Was on the long drive with my own guys
It didn't work, started looking for my own prize
They tellin′ all lies, but that ain't no surprise
You gotta know just how it is in this music biz
These brothers cut throats, smother out your bottom line
But I was two steps ahead, couldn't smother mine
′Cause Ras had a plan, put it on the record stands
Was even down at Amoeba selling second hand
Never the second man, I was the first there
Because the thirst was there, Wolf got me outta there
So I signed up, everybody lined up
No more bullshit, time to get my grind up
I made my mind up that I will never stop
Until the wheels fall off, I′m...
Back-back where I started
Back-back where I started
Where will I be?
Back-back where I started
It's 2000 now, everything is looking good
Had to yank Planet A′s right up out the hood
So we hit the road, illest story ever told
Nobody else put it down, had to break the mold
When 40,000 sold, had to attack the globe
You gotta strike while it's hot or be in the cold
But we will never fold, hardest working in the game
These cats tried but yo, really it just ain′t the same
We dropped how the west, they couldn't pass the test
Had every single kid screaming, "You the fuckin′ best!"
We give 'em nothing less, niggas was just outta hand
Was on our own shit, knew we had to take a stand
We had to make a brand, sell it to the whole world
At the telly sliding dick up in your old girl
And her best friend, do it 'cause we gotta win
You got niggas in the game tryna strip it thin
We shouldn′t let ′em in, too late, they all here
And I ain't heard me a fresh nigga all year
That′s why I stay the same, they the only ones to blame
Until the wheels fall off, I'm...
Back-back where I started
Back-back where I started
Where will I be?
Back-back where I started
Come out here, Capone, you wanna fight?
You wanna fight you and me right here?
That′s it, come on!
Somebody, you afraid to come out from behind your men?
You afraid to stand up for yourself?
You wanna do it now? You wanna do it, man, now?
Come on, you son of a bitch!
What? You talk to me like that in front of my son?
Fuck you and your family!
You know, fuck, you got nothing!
You got a lot of talk and a bad...
You're here because you got nothing!
You got nothing in court, you don′t got the bookkeeper
You got nothing! Nothing!
And if you were a man you woulda done it now!
You don't got a thing! You punk!
Writer(s): Youth, Matthew Nicholas Clinton, Jonathan Max Watkin, Martin Saunders, Stuart David Hartland, Philip David Etheridge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

