Any Given Sunday Soundtrack Never Going Back Lyrics

Never Going Back Lyrics

Song: Mobb Deep

 

 

 [Havoc] 

 Yo... 

 Ain't no hard time invented that Havoc can't handle 

 If cats only knew all the shit I been through 

 Homicide, suicide, am I, losin my mind? 

 Just, standin my ground keep it bottled up inside 

 Practice what I preach Dunn, ride for my loved ones 

 Asked about my life, no doubt had a tough one 

 Did dirt, got dirt, shit only got worse 

 Been asked God why he put me on this earth, yo 

 Not for nuttin Dunn, I want it all - can you blame me? 

 Niggaz just be settlin for crumbs 

 How dumb, how come, with no outcome? 

 Ten years later niggaz still in the slums 

 Strung off the next shit, dyin for they next shit 

 Foamin from the mouth for the next man necklace 

 And how about that, niggaz too grown for that 

 I'm holdin it down, now where your head at? Yo 

 

 Chorus: Mobb Deep (repeat 2X) 

 

 I ain't goin back, I ain't lookin back 

 I'm movin ahead, now how about that? 

 Hell no black, I'm where the paper at 

 long as I don't forget where I came from 

 

 [Prodigy] 

 We do it the Mobb way - leave em lookin like a strawberry 

 My outlook on life is quite very - positive 

 I'm a content fella 

 until you tamper with my plans to go on further 

 Fuck the hassle, it ain't worth my energy unless I must 

 If you insist, I'll be more than glad til his beef marriage 

 Me and you til death do us 

 Scrape my fingertips on bricks, forty-two shot clips 

 That's my shit, do it like the old timers 

 I use a wide holster, it's more discrete while I'm post up 

 or in motion, most niggaz be floatin 

 Don't even make eye contact, walkin 

 Dunn, pay attention that's how niggaz die sooner 

 Watch who you pass and it might be a reaper 

 Watch my niggaz we'll jump when you least thought 

 We came from the streets up, now we put G's up, so 

 

 Chorus 

 

 [Havoc] 

 Yo, had time to think when just on the brink of death 

 at my front door me receivin slugs? 

 Only twenty-five, got fifty more to go 

 and knows, their plot I hope they ass die slow 

 How though no dough, please don't show 

 like my man Twist said don't even see me when I blow 

 Got, issue with my foes best believe I'ma solve em 

 and laugh at your petty-ass problems 

 

 [Prodigy] 

 Out the slums of Queens, came a bunch of young gun niggaz 

 The Infamous Mobb Deep 

 with dreams, of one day makin it big 

 With they Live Nigga Rap music, hard liquor swigs 

 Dirty Timbs, thirsty grins 

 Smile all up in your face then I break your chin 

 Went platinum, now them niggaz writin scripts 

 Murda Muzik the movie, pushin spaceships like.. 

 

 Chorus