Esham - Back in Da Day lyrics
[Esham - Back in Da Day lyrics]
Uh, yo a thug changes, and love changes
And best friends become strangers
A thug changes, and love changes yo, uh
Can it be, that I stayed away for too long?
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?
Baby ain't no need to pretend
I ain't actin' live
I'm like a young ass Michael
From the Jackson Five
HEE HEE! But, you don't feel me
The industry for years been tryin' to kill me
Me, and my niggas stay in
The cracks like roaches
Always runnin' from the raids when
The cops approach us
Man my style is just too ferocious
Been spittin' potent dope for years
That's why I overdoses
Now I'm gonna tell you how it all began
Before Eminem, before all of them
I'mma tell you how they tried to play me
How my city betrayed me
Made me fuckin' go crazy
Made me carry the AK in the
Back with my bay bays yeah
This world's so cold, I'mma let you know
You can't get away with tryin'
To steal my flow
In '88
I set up shop before Detroit had shock
Kid Rock never rode a bike down my block
Remember Homey The Clown?
And that's about the time ICP put it down
Detroit's most wanted
K-Ice and Maistro and Smiley
I was at the Disk
Spendin' bank with Gregg Riley
Even though we was movin' unit's every day
Still gots no love or radio play
Maybe because I won't pay payola
Known in the streets for movin' yoca cola
Me and my brother
Tryin' to get up out the ghetto
Take care of my mother, cause I love her
It was no Hip-Hop Shops or freestyle battles
Only a city full of snakes that rattle
Remember, sugar is sugar and salt is salt
If they didn't sell records
It's not my fault
I used to watch the scene with Natt Morris
I dedicate this to Detroit
Now I'mma sing the chorus
So high, you can't get over it
So high, you can't get over it
So low, that's why I'm holding it
So low, that's why I'm holding it
Boss up, a real soldier learn to take orders
So his game is still pulled
Through in the fourth quarter
I know you can't believe that
You've all been decieved
It's like a girl sayin' her hair
Real but it's a weave
Feminem is a style, She Twelve is an age
She lives across 8 mile
But still can get gauged
KKKill the fetus, please, believe this
Word to Jesus i got niggas with the
Blowoff in they freezers
Facts is facts and fiction's fiction
If you can't take the heat
Stay up out the kitchen
I remember droppin' Hellter Skkkelter
Before Devil's Night
I could've burned down the Shelter
We was bumpin' Awesome Dre
Representin' Detroit way before you
Met Dr gay
All my underground niggas up at c Notes
Open mic, spittin' wicked shit that we wrote
There wasn't no East to West Coast
Just Awol, Rap Mafia, DJ Eazy B and Los
This world's so cold, I'mma let you know
You can't get away with tryin'
To steal my flow
And best friends become strangers
A thug changes, and love changes yo, uh
Can it be, that I stayed away for too long?
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?
Baby ain't no need to pretend
I ain't actin' live
I'm like a young ass Michael
From the Jackson Five
HEE HEE! But, you don't feel me
The industry for years been tryin' to kill me
Me, and my niggas stay in
The cracks like roaches
Always runnin' from the raids when
The cops approach us
Man my style is just too ferocious
Been spittin' potent dope for years
That's why I overdoses
Now I'm gonna tell you how it all began
Before Eminem, before all of them
I'mma tell you how they tried to play me
How my city betrayed me
Made me fuckin' go crazy
Made me carry the AK in the
Back with my bay bays yeah
This world's so cold, I'mma let you know
You can't get away with tryin'
To steal my flow
In '88
I set up shop before Detroit had shock
Kid Rock never rode a bike down my block
Remember Homey The Clown?
And that's about the time ICP put it down
Detroit's most wanted
K-Ice and Maistro and Smiley
I was at the Disk
Spendin' bank with Gregg Riley
Even though we was movin' unit's every day
Still gots no love or radio play
Maybe because I won't pay payola
Known in the streets for movin' yoca cola
Me and my brother
Tryin' to get up out the ghetto
Take care of my mother, cause I love her
It was no Hip-Hop Shops or freestyle battles
Only a city full of snakes that rattle
Remember, sugar is sugar and salt is salt
If they didn't sell records
It's not my fault
I used to watch the scene with Natt Morris
I dedicate this to Detroit
Now I'mma sing the chorus
So high, you can't get over it
So high, you can't get over it
So low, that's why I'm holding it
So low, that's why I'm holding it
Boss up, a real soldier learn to take orders
So his game is still pulled
Through in the fourth quarter
I know you can't believe that
You've all been decieved
It's like a girl sayin' her hair
Real but it's a weave
Feminem is a style, She Twelve is an age
She lives across 8 mile
But still can get gauged
KKKill the fetus, please, believe this
Word to Jesus i got niggas with the
Blowoff in they freezers
Facts is facts and fiction's fiction
If you can't take the heat
Stay up out the kitchen
I remember droppin' Hellter Skkkelter
Before Devil's Night
I could've burned down the Shelter
We was bumpin' Awesome Dre
Representin' Detroit way before you
Met Dr gay
All my underground niggas up at c Notes
Open mic, spittin' wicked shit that we wrote
There wasn't no East to West Coast
Just Awol, Rap Mafia, DJ Eazy B and Los
This world's so cold, I'mma let you know
You can't get away with tryin'
To steal my flow