Back In Da Day Lyrics

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 aint actin live

I'm like a young-ass Michael from the Jackson Five (HEE HEEE)

But you don't feel me, the industry for years been trying to kill me

Me and my niggas stay in the cracks like roaches

Always runnin from the Raids when the cops approaches

Man my style is just too ferocious

Been spitting 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'm a 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 base

This worlds so cold

I'm a let you know

You can't get away with tryin to steal my flow

In eighty-eight I set up shop before detroit had shock

Kid Rock never rode a bike down my block

Remember Homie the Clown?

And thats about the time ICP put it down

Detroits most wanted, K-Ice and Maistro and Smiley

I was at the Disk, spendin' bank with Gregg Riley

Even though we was movin units every day

Still gots no love or radio play

Maybe because I won't pay payola

Known in the streets for moving yoca cola

Me and my brother, trying to get up out the ghetto

Take care of my mother, cause I love her

It was no hip hop shops or freestyle battles
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Only a city full of snakes that rattle

Remember "Sugar is sugar and salt is salt"

If they didnt sell records, its not my fault

I used to watch the scene with Natt Morris

I dedicate this to Detroit, now I'm a sing the chorus

So high you cant get over it

So high you cant get over it

So low thats why i'm holding it

So low thats 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 cant believe that you've all been decieved

Its like a girl sayin her hairs real but its a weave

Feminem is a style

She-twelve is an age

She lives across 8 mile, but still can get gauged

Kill the fetus, please believe this, word to Jesus

I got niggas with the blowoff in they freezers

Facts is facts and fictions fictions

If you cant take the heat stay up out the kitchen

I remember droppin Hellter Skkkelter

Before Devils Night, I could of burned down the shelter

We was bumpin Awesome Dre

Representing Detroit way before you meant Dr. Gay

All my underground niggas up at c Notes

Open mic spitting wicket shit that we wrote

There wasn't no East to West Coast

Just Awol, Rap Mafia, DJ Eazy B and Los.

This worlds so cold

I'm a let you know

You can't get away with trying to steal my flow

[esham pushin the beat with his mouth in the backround]

Esham Back In Da Day