Intro (Back in the Day)

[Intro] Check 7...7...7... [Verse] I’m just another crack baby that you heard of And that’s 94 til’ this (’94 til’, so nigga what the deal is?) Uh, I take three L’s to the head Another three L’s getting bussed down A triple beam scale for the raw Uncut, no filler, that I flip for retail Don’t shoot! The dope’ll kill ya So dread the needle The threads is lethal, the prophet’s speaking Hypocrisy can be salt, the wounds is deep Bitch, ya cuts is weak sauce The stakes is so high And me and my patience so dry But still, my trash is yo dope I mean my basement so high, look On everything The way I walked up in this bitch They thought I won a Grammy Young, marks is never felt, I’m surprised they understand me Uh, runner up? You might as well have walked to come in second I respect it, I’d’ve upped the fucking chopper, got to wrecking Fuck a opp, any sense, many clips, plenty weapons Best believe I’ma serve they ass if they come for seconds In a minute I’ma trip, our shit, leave ‘em in a daze And in a week, I'll be spitting in my sleep Last month, I was in the Chi with the sleet Yeah the streets so cold niggas’ pockets full of heat Niggas blast Lil’ Loose from The Pocket to The P And the V so sold I’m about to get it creased Nigga we don’t fold, you might as well hang us We fighting to the death, so you might as well hang And since they cause a drop in your clientelle Looking like, “That fat bitch back” So you might as well sang [Outro] Back in the day when my father was a-hustling Hard knock nights, life was harder as a husband (And I remember) all out fights for who had they way Hard knock life for a crack baby (This motherfucker was a) casket away from a martyr to some dumb shit Part of my mind was retarded by a substance (I guess it’s real we) all got vices, well as they say Hard knock life for a crack baby