Artist: Esham Album: Repentance Song: Back in Da Day Typed by: INeedMoney840@hotmail.com [Intro] Uh, yo.. A thug changes, and love changes And best friends become strangers A thug changes, and love changes Yo, uh.. [Verse 1] 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 niggaz 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'ma 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.. [Hook] This world's so cold, I'ma let you know You can't get away with tryin' to steal my flow [Verse 2] In '88, I set up shop before Detroit had shock Kid Rock never rode a bike down my block Remember Homie 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' units 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'ma sing the chorus [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 [Verse 3] 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 [Hook] This world's so cold, I'ma let you know You can't get away with tryin' to steal my flow