Take It Back? Take Me- Take Me Back.... Can U Take It Back? Can U Take It Back? Oh Can U Take It Back? Take Me- Take Me Back..... [Big Tone's Verse:]
t nothing sweet about me Get back to questions, like «50, who shot ya?… You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?» Nigga, street shit should stay in the street So, keep it
song from the soul Let it rise from the tone Let it rhythmically grow Into it's own life Let it become you Then you become it Once you become it
sick So face it, make me chase it, I take your life and erase it Waste it, in the fucking streets Cuz It aint worth shit The undertaker take your ass
take my OJ It ain't her birthday with her name on a cake If I ever play for booty grade A Got you stuck on my On my elevator Get it up, on my elevator
'm the shit, ma, that's the smell The next big thing, can't you tell The phone ring, can't pick it up Like moving too fast gotta live it up Gotta live it
'm drinkin the lean Messing with D boys riding them big toys Make your main gal wanna get on my team She gotta give it up before she get in my car I ain't Denzel but I know Imma star Cuz when I'm in the club I be back
me bitches You must be tryin' to get stitches All on your forehead, you're cold dead For fuckin' wit' pimpin' I'll take the back of a gun Hit you, you
in my draws, don't make me pull it out Twist another blunt, fill it real krunk 40 in the club, Outside it's the pump Top off the syrup, take me a swig
maniacs, fuckin up our brainiacs Breakin down some dope, wit a razor boy remember that Crop a mix with Smilax Take a gun and cock it back Now I'm bout
get you style enhanced It's like... Saafir: This, mask right will lift your grill It'll put height in your mack Don't take to much off If you
Just make it clap, just make it clap Just make it clap, just make it clap Just make it clap, just make it clap Just make it clap, just make it clap
heart, yeah, you know You my nigga, peace, to Biz Markie, yeah Boy, you know the biz, remember back on the bus When we had the bus an' was sharin' it biz? Yeah, I ain't forgot it
that wake yo ass up can't let the bullshit sleep It's Young Money (It's Young Money) It's Young Money We take money It's Young Money (It's Young Money) It
need a go girl (E-40) Uggh, she over there hittin it She getting it, grittin it, grindin it, grippin it poppin, lockin, droppin and dippin it pickin it up and lickin it
bumper does it look like she toying I hustle hard like I'm finna lose the crib And party hard like I'm finna do it big All I ever do is big So all she wanna do is big
watch out, I'm tellin you why Common Sense is breaking, marks down, ah-follow-me-now Yo Common Sense is breaking, marks down Uhh, check it, check it, check it
Twilite Tone Babylon dread, Bumstead, and we come like DIS [Common] This the start of somethin big Methink I knows ya gonna dig it It's time to
