Back In The Day Lyrics - Steel On A Mission - Lil 1/2 Dead

[Lil' 1/2 Dead] 

Yea, ha ha 

That nigga half dead in this motherfucker 

Know what I'm saying, For the 1996 bitch 

Way back in the day 

[Lil' 1/2 Dead] 

Way back in the day what I was told 

Nigga every thing shining and just ain't gold 

Every thing I touched is just the gangsta shit 

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

And H.D dogg will always stay an G 

Coming from the Eastside of the L.B.C 

Always watch my back and I handle my biz 

And all y'all sucka ass niggaz know what time it iz 

You better watch your back and you better not trip 

Because I always got my strap and my extra clip 

H.D dogg always been an man 

Every single day I smoke an fat ass sack 

I like smoking weed and a gain of beer 

I been doing this gangsta shit for an gain of years 

I can I break it down in an gain of ways 

I learn this gangsta shit way back in the day 

[Lil' 1/2 Dead Chorus 4x] 

Way back in the day 

[Lil' 1/2 Dead] 

Way back in the hood in 83' 

This is 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 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 I'm on your block 

And you best hit the deck when I bust my glock 

If you get hit bitch, 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 fucking with niggaz from the gangsta click 

Even though nigga when you dead and gone 

I will still shit like all night long and even though say that crime don't pay 

I learn that shit in here nigga way back in the day 

[Lil' 1/2 Dead Chorus 4x] 

[Lil' 1/2 Dead] 

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, nigga open your ears 

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

Or regrets, or sorrows, or maybe even maddness 

We were coming up as crazy little bastards 

Having fun in the city 

Doing robberies, ringing bells and touching bitches titties 

Stealing bikes was the best one 

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

From the big homie, 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 shit way back in the days 

[Lil' 1/2 Dead Chorus 8x]