Ll Cool J - Never Goin' Back lyrics

[Havoc] Yo... Ain't no hard time invented that Havoc can't handle If cats only knew all the sh** 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** 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***as just be settlin for crumbs How dumb, how come, with no outcome? Ten years later n***as still in the slums Strung off the next sh**, dyin for they next sh** Foamin from the mouth for the next man necklace And how about that, n***as 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** the ha**le, 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 d**h do us Scrape my fingertips on bricks, forty-two shot clips That's my sh**, 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***as be floatin Don't even make eye contact, walkin Dunn, pay attention that's how n***as die sooner Watch who you pa** and it might be a reaper Watch my n***as 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 d**h At my front door me receivin slugs? Only twenty-five, got fifty more to go And knows, their plot I hope they a** 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-a** problems [Prodigy] Out the slums of Queens, came a bunch of young gun n***as The Infamous Mobb Deep With dreams, of one day makin it big With they Live n***a 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***as writin scripts Murda Muzik the movie, pushin spaceships like.. Chorus