Termanology - Take 'Em Back Lyrics

What were gonna do right here is go back
Way back, yea back into time
Let me take emm back

The lawyer fees the forty thieves the bible quotes
The cop cars the blue lights kaleidoscopes
The baby mamma beats the fucking and telling jokes
Them hollow tip bullets ripping up your timberland coat
That gutter shit that hanging with all my cousin shit
That fuck a bitch I'm finna fuck all her cousins shit
The mushroom the acid tabs the dirt bags
The Philly buzz the bail money the yellow cabs
The holding cell the metal cups the wet feeling
The drunk nights the gun fights to hurt feelings
The kidnappings the paper work the silent screams
The fist fights two wet shirts and baggy jean
The target on your back when you're walking out the house
The quarter p the quarter key the quarter ounce
The drug money the drug use the drug habit
The dirty cab the dirty bitch the dirty ratchet

Soon as you up is like they want you to be down
Can't stand to see you doing good
It's like they want you to go back
We could go all the way back

The stick ups the stash house the robberies
The dime box the metal glocks on outside of P's
Them street wars them freak whores the enemies
That beef got real deep over the jealousy
Anticipating em cowards hating its all saying
The north's raided twenty cops in a dark basement
My heart racing every time I'm making the play
I saw an agent and swerve and went the other way
The stolen cars the weed jars the ER
The bitches smuggling dope in from DR
Them forty five them coke lines them old times
Back when there was no sign that we would blow slime
The forty four the twenty two the twenty five
The three eighty the thirty eight the dirty nine
The whole night we breaking down like seven pounds
Gotta bag it up into O's just to move it around

100% facts
Nine seven eight legends
They know us

But we can go back
The trap house with fuse gutter and cousin Lou
J pusher Flex Ackey and Star too
Paranoid out the window the gun under the pillow
The shotguns the mask everybody on skittles
The white widow orange crush and purple haze
Yak for piff black fifths and rainy days
Twenty people in the crib this is how we live
No towels and soap to take a shower with
The wild freaks and beef up in them fowl streets
Man we aint had nothing to eat we on the prowl deep
The Ramen packs that almost catching a heart attack
When they drop the gun on my lap nothing funny bout that
The ice grills the white pills the night thrills
My life thrill you stressing over the light bill
I'm certified most rappers you know they sure to lie
But I put this shit on my kid's homie I earned the shine

Ain't no moving backwards man we only going forward
Straight to that bag.