Never Goin’ Back lyrics

[Havoc]
Yo...
Ain't no hard time invented that Havoc can't handle
If cats only knew all the sh*t 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, sh*t 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?
n*ggas just be settlin for crumbs
How dumb, how come, with no outcome?
Ten years later n*ggas still in the slums
Strung off the next sh*t, dyin for they next sh*t
Foamin from the mouth for the next man necklace
And how about that, n*ggas 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
f*ck 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 sh*t, do it like the old timers
I use a wide holster, it's more discrete while I'm post up
Or in motion, most n*ggas be floatin
Don't even make eye contact, walkin
Dunn, pay attention that's how n*ggas die sooner
Watch who you pass and it might be a reaper
Watch my n*ggas we'll jump when you least thought
We came from the streets up, now we put G's up, so

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[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 n*ggas
The Infamous Mobb Deep
With dreams, of one day makin it big
With they Live n*gga Rap music, hard liquor swigs
Dirty Timbs, thirsty grins
Smile all up in your face then I break your chin
Went platinum, now them n*ggas writin scripts
Murda Muzik the movie, pushin spaceships like..

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