Take It Back

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Giggs] 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 [Chorus: Giggs + Blade Brown] 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 [Verse 2: Blade Brown] 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 [Chorus: Giggs + Blade Brown] 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 [Verse 3: Giggs + Blade Brown] 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 its third round Fuck around and get clapped when you turn 'round