Back In The Day (Explicit) - Lil' 1/2 Dead

Yea ha ha

That niggle half dead in this motherf**ker

Know what I'm saying for the 1996 yes b**ch

Yea ha ha

Way back in the day

Way back in the day what I was told

Niggle every thing shining and just ain't gold

Every thing I touched is just the gangsta sh*t

That's why I come with these cave hit's

And h d dog will always stay an g

Coming from the east side of the l b c

Always watch my back and I handle my biz

And all yall suck a** niggard know what time it is

You better watch your back and you better not trip

Because I always got my strap and my extra clip

H d dog always been an man

Every single day I smoke an fat a** sack

I like smoking w**d and a gain of beer

I been doing this gangsta sh*t for an gain of years

I can I break it down in an gain of ways

I learn this gangsta sh*t way back in the day

Way back in the day

Way back in the day

Way back in the day

Way back in the day

Way back in the hood in 83'

This is when this gangsta sh*t had first came to me

It was planted in my head and it never left

That's why you niggards know where my weapon is kept

Up under my shirt and I put's in work

And I really gives a mad f**k about getting hurt

You better watch your back when I'm on your block

And you best hit the deck when I bust my clock

If you get hit b**ch it ain't my fought

When you lying out in the street outlined and chalked

And I can say is that what you get

For f**king with niggard from the gangsta click

Even though niggle when you dead and gone

I will still sh*t like all night long

And even though say that crime don't pay

I learn that sh*t in here niggle way back in the day

Way back in the day

Way back in the day

Way back in the day

Way back in the day

Now its just an taste just to let you know

That like I be coming with that gangsta flow

And if you don't hear me niggle open your ears

Because I ran through life and didn't have no fears

Or regrets or sorrows or maybe even madness

We were coming up as crazy little bastards

Having fun in the city

Doing robberies ringing bells and touching b**ches titties

Stealing bikes was the best one

And you probably get fifty if you came with an fresh one

From the big home from down the block

He keeps an gain of money because he slangs them rocks

But I'm not knocking that meth and getting paid

He straight living lauging and he has it made

And every day he chills in the shade

He been doing that sh*t way back in the days

Ha ha

Way back in the day

Way back in the day

Way back in the day

Way back in the day

Way back in the day

Way back in the day

Way back in the day

Way back in the day