Giggs, Blade Brown - Take It Back lyrics
[Giggs, Blade Brown - Take It Back lyrics]
Let's take it back to the nice times
That's too far
Let's take it back to the knife fights
Let's take it back to the flats
I was so young witnessing cats
On a crack pipe
Let's take it back to the breadbin
Bare crumbs in the spot
Where the bread's been
Or take it back to my dead skin
Look at the scar from when
I bled for my bredrin
Let's take it back to the nightmares
Or take it back to the shed tears
Back to the ends where, skengs flare
All love ends here
Niggas hear your business and it spreads fear
Let's take it back to a rock sale
Let's take it back to the block's hell
Back to a rotten hell
Back to when my son had no daddy in his world
Backed out the strap on him
Back to the trap again
Smashed out a pack again
Cash in my stack again
Backed out the strap on him
Back to the trap again
Smashed out a pack again
Cash in my stack again
11 o'clock, and half of the night's gone
I picked up a fiver
Nearly half of the white's gone
I stay dedicated to the grind
You can say that my food line's quite strong
It's suttin' like a pizza shop
What you want, cro, yay, buj
Or a piece of rock? I send my delivery boy
We've got them bars too, we deliver them toys
I reminisce and take it back to the zone
When we was on the buses
Moving prats for their phones
You wouldn't believe the levels we
Would take it to
Just to get our hands on a brand new 82
Let me take it back to the knife wars
A little further
Let's take it back to the five draws
Taking you back to my roots
These rappers love to lie
Let's go back to the truth
Backed out the strap on him
Back to the trap again
Smashed out a pack again
Cash in my stack again
Backed out the strap on him
Back to the trap again
Smashed out a pack again
Cash in my stack again
Let's take it back to the sweet shop
Brixton riot, took it back to them weak cops
Let's take it back to them three shots
The little profit that my
Back pocket eats off
Let's take it back to the British nights
Back to the fist fights
I swear I had the sickest right
Let's take it back to the soccer days
Way back before the mandem were shotting yay
Let's take it back to the mopeds
Back to the strip selling
Smack to the dopeheads
Let's take it back to the cro Z's
Take it a little further
Take it back to the old heads
Let's take it back to the workouts
Punk weren't working we got crack
On the curb now straps on the firm now
The Mac's on it's third round
Fuck around and get clapped
When you turn 'round
That's too far
Let's take it back to the knife fights
Let's take it back to the flats
I was so young witnessing cats
On a crack pipe
Let's take it back to the breadbin
Bare crumbs in the spot
Where the bread's been
Or take it back to my dead skin
Look at the scar from when
I bled for my bredrin
Let's take it back to the nightmares
Or take it back to the shed tears
Back to the ends where, skengs flare
All love ends here
Niggas hear your business and it spreads fear
Let's take it back to a rock sale
Let's take it back to the block's hell
Back to a rotten hell
Back to when my son had no daddy in his world
Backed out the strap on him
Back to the trap again
Smashed out a pack again
Cash in my stack again
Backed out the strap on him
Back to the trap again
Smashed out a pack again
Cash in my stack again
11 o'clock, and half of the night's gone
I picked up a fiver
Nearly half of the white's gone
I stay dedicated to the grind
You can say that my food line's quite strong
It's suttin' like a pizza shop
What you want, cro, yay, buj
Or a piece of rock? I send my delivery boy
We've got them bars too, we deliver them toys
I reminisce and take it back to the zone
When we was on the buses
Moving prats for their phones
You wouldn't believe the levels we
Would take it to
Just to get our hands on a brand new 82
Let me take it back to the knife wars
A little further
Let's take it back to the five draws
Taking you back to my roots
These rappers love to lie
Let's go back to the truth
Backed out the strap on him
Back to the trap again
Smashed out a pack again
Cash in my stack again
Backed out the strap on him
Back to the trap again
Smashed out a pack again
Cash in my stack again
Let's take it back to the sweet shop
Brixton riot, took it back to them weak cops
Let's take it back to them three shots
The little profit that my
Back pocket eats off
Let's take it back to the British nights
Back to the fist fights
I swear I had the sickest right
Let's take it back to the soccer days
Way back before the mandem were shotting yay
Let's take it back to the mopeds
Back to the strip selling
Smack to the dopeheads
Let's take it back to the cro Z's
Take it a little further
Take it back to the old heads
Let's take it back to the workouts
Punk weren't working we got crack
On the curb now straps on the firm now
The Mac's on it's third round
Fuck around and get clapped
When you turn 'round