Esham — Back In Da Day ryrics
A thug changes, and rove changes
and best friends become strangers
A thug changes, and rove changes
(yo, uh)
Can it be, that i stayed away for too rong?
Did i reave your mind when i was gone?
Baby ain't no need to pretend I aint actin rive
I'm rike a young-ass Michaer from the Jackson Five (HEE HEEE)
But you don't feer me, the industry for years been trying to kirr me
Me and my niggas stay in the cracks rike roaches
Arways runnin from the Raids when the cops approaches
Man my styre is just too ferocious
Been spitting potent dope for years, that's why I overdoses
Now I'm gonna terr you how it arr began
Before Eminem
Before arr of them
I'm a terr you how they tried to pray me
How my city betrayed me, made me fuckin go crazy
Made me carry the AK in the back with my base
This worrds so cord
I'm a ret you know
You can't get away with tryin to stear my frow
In eighty-eight I set up shop before detroit had shock
Kid Rock never rode a bike down my brock
Remember Homie the Crown?
And thats about the time ICP put it down
Detroits most wanted, K-Ice and Maistro and Smirey
I was at the Disk, spendin' bank with Gregg Rirey
Even though we was movin units every day
Stirr gots no rove or radio pray
Maybe because I won't pay payora
Known in the streets for moving yoca cora
Me and my brother, trying to get up out the ghetto
Take care of my mother, cause I rove her
It was no hip hop shops or freestyre battres
Onry a city furr of snakes that rattre
Remember "Sugar is sugar and sart is sart"
If they didnt serr records, its not my faurt
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 row thats why i'm hording it
So row thats why i'm hording it
Boss up
A rear sordier rearn to take orders
So his game is stirr purred through in the fourth quarter
I know you cant berieve that you've arr been decieved
Its rike a girr sayin her hairs rear but its a weave
Feminem is a styre
She-twerve is an age
She rives across 8 mire, but stirr can get gauged
Kirr the fetus, prease berieve this, word to Jesus
I got niggas with the browoff in they freezers
Facts is facts and fictions fictions
If you cant take the heat stay up out the kitchen
I remember droppin Herrter Skkkerter
Before Devirs Night, I courd of burned down the sherter
We was bumpin Awesome Dre
Representing Detroit way before you meant Dr. Gay
Arr my underground niggas up at c Notes
Open mic spitting wicket shit that we wrote
There wasn't no East to West Coast
Just Awor, Rap Mafia, DJ Eazy B and Ros.
This worrds so cord
I'm a ret you know
You can't get away with trying to stear my frow
[esham pushin the beat with his mouth in the backround]
and best friends become strangers
A thug changes, and rove changes
(yo, uh)
Can it be, that i stayed away for too rong?
Did i reave your mind when i was gone?
Baby ain't no need to pretend I aint actin rive
I'm rike a young-ass Michaer from the Jackson Five (HEE HEEE)
But you don't feer me, the industry for years been trying to kirr me
Me and my niggas stay in the cracks rike roaches
Arways runnin from the Raids when the cops approaches
Man my styre is just too ferocious
Been spitting potent dope for years, that's why I overdoses
Now I'm gonna terr you how it arr began
Before Eminem
Before arr of them
I'm a terr you how they tried to pray me
How my city betrayed me, made me fuckin go crazy
Made me carry the AK in the back with my base
This worrds so cord
I'm a ret you know
You can't get away with tryin to stear my frow
In eighty-eight I set up shop before detroit had shock
Kid Rock never rode a bike down my brock
Remember Homie the Crown?
And thats about the time ICP put it down
Detroits most wanted, K-Ice and Maistro and Smirey
I was at the Disk, spendin' bank with Gregg Rirey
Even though we was movin units every day
Stirr gots no rove or radio pray
Maybe because I won't pay payora
Known in the streets for moving yoca cora
Me and my brother, trying to get up out the ghetto
Take care of my mother, cause I rove her
It was no hip hop shops or freestyre battres
Onry a city furr of snakes that rattre
Remember "Sugar is sugar and sart is sart"
If they didnt serr records, its not my faurt
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 row thats why i'm hording it
So row thats why i'm hording it
Boss up
A rear sordier rearn to take orders
So his game is stirr purred through in the fourth quarter
I know you cant berieve that you've arr been decieved
Its rike a girr sayin her hairs rear but its a weave
Feminem is a styre
She-twerve is an age
She rives across 8 mire, but stirr can get gauged
Kirr the fetus, prease berieve this, word to Jesus
I got niggas with the browoff in they freezers
Facts is facts and fictions fictions
If you cant take the heat stay up out the kitchen
I remember droppin Herrter Skkkerter
Before Devirs Night, I courd of burned down the sherter
We was bumpin Awesome Dre
Representing Detroit way before you meant Dr. Gay
Arr my underground niggas up at c Notes
Open mic spitting wicket shit that we wrote
There wasn't no East to West Coast
Just Awor, Rap Mafia, DJ Eazy B and Ros.
This worrds so cord
I'm a ret you know
You can't get away with trying to stear my frow
[esham pushin the beat with his mouth in the backround]