Lyrics Back In The Day - Lil' 1/2 Dead

Back In The Day

Yeah, ha ha
That nigga half dead in this motherfucker
Know what im saying, For the 1996 biatch
Yeah, haha, Way back in the day
Way back in the day what I was told
Nigga every thing shining and just ain’t gold
But every thing I touched is just the gangsta shit
That’s why I keep coming up with these cavi hits
And H. D dogg will always stay a G
Coming from the Eastside of the L.B.C
Always watch my back and I handle my biz
And all yall sucka ass niggas know what time it iz
You better watch your back and you better not trip
Because I always got my strap with my extra clip
And H. D dogg has always been a mack
And every single day I smoke an fat ass sack
I like smoking weed and a gang of beer
I been doing this gangsta shit for a gang of years
And I can break it down in a gang of ways
But I learn this gangsta shit way back in the day
Way back in the day
Way back in my hood in 83'
That’s when this gangsta shit had first came to me
It was planted in my head and it never left
That’s why you niggas know just where my weapon is kept
Up under my shirt and I put’s in work
And I really gives a mad fuck about getting hurt
You better watch your back when im on your block
And you best hit the deck when I bust my Glock
Cuz If you get hit bitch, it ain’t my fault
When you lying in the street outlined and chalked
And all I can say is that’s what you get
For fucking with them niggas coming from the gangsta clique
And even though nigga when you dead and gone
I’ll be still doing the shit like all night long
And even though say that crime don’t pay
I learn that shit here nigga way back in the day
Way back in the day
Now this just a taste, just to let you know
That I be like coming with that gangsta flow
And if you don’t hear me, nigga open your ears
Because I done ran through life and didn’t have no fears
Or regrets, or sorrows, or maybe even madness
We was just coming up some crazy little bastards
Having fun in the city
Doing robberies, ringing bells and touching bitches titties
But Stealing bikes was the best one
And you probably get fifty if you came with a fresh one
From the big homie, from down the block
He keeps a gang of money because he slangs them rocks
But I ain’t knocking that man from getting paid
He straight living lavish and he has it made
And every day he chills in the shade
And He been doing that shit there since back in the days