Back in the Day Lyrics

Hit ′em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day-day
Hit 'em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day-day

Yeah, I remember back in the days
When we was creepin′ on ah, come up, we was tryin' to get paid
Before a nigga really came of age
We was walkin' with a trench on, totin′ that gauge

High-tech boots on, blue khaki suits on
Bailin′ through the snow, tryin' to serve them rocks
Got a pocket full of stones like UGK
Little dudes gettin′ money up on the block

Runnin' from the cop car, never really got far
Concept for the time when they tried to knock sparks out my ass
Got me thinkin′ to myself, how long will it last?

Movin' so quick, shit, livin′ through the hit-list
East '99, we was young, black, gifted
Bone thugs niggas didn't want none, niggas
′Cause they already knew how them thug boys kicked it

Pistols sick, when we was drunk and high
Little bitty niggas that loved to fight
If somethin′ went down, didn't rub me right
Still to this day, somebody gon′ die

Bullets gon' fly, my word is my honor
′Round my way, you gotta walk the walk
On some real talk, have ya outlined in chalk
All I gotta say is, it ain't my fault

Can′t be bought, takin' no loss
Still to this day, I'm the bill collector
Come wrong to the Bone, and I gots to check ya
Automatic weapon is my selection

Don′t need protection, we′ll fuck you up
Big buck is my nigga, don't press ya luck
And y′all still ain't ready to fuck with us
′Cause in thugs we trust, and we mean it

Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone

Hit 'em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day−day
(B-O-N-E, we got it goin′ on, on)
Hit 'em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day−day
(B-O-N-E, we got it goin' on, on)
Hit ′em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day−day
(B-O-N-E, we got it goin′ on, on)
Hit 'em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day−day
(B-O-N-E, we got it goin′ on)

Outta my mind, akin the way I think, to the main-frame of game
Bang-bang, gotta get down for my thang
Shame game, stuck in ruts, ready to fuck?
Put a simple sepena, but give 'em thumbs up

Seven is a sample, but a sign of the time
Fly fast, give me whip up in a cup
And a dime, and a bag, and a swisher for my nigga
In the middle with the Henny
With the heifer with the bald head, long hair

Some here, it′s all here, all, yeah
Man, I'ma call here, call here, it′s all here, walk here
Run here, gone with the wind
And never comin' again, then shit

Give it on up, give it away
Kids, listen to the words I say
Pray like every day, is the only way
I can focus through the pocus and the games people play

Run to put the money in a zip-lock bag
Up and away, better move yo' ass
Too many jokes I smoke, too many smokes, I know
Too many locs that I passed, my past

Cocked in the set, like aftermath
Slim shades, lemonade, and a nice squeezed breast
Balls, look at the close calls
I told ya dog, because I know ya, dog

Even when I know you′re wrong
And I told the world all about that hatred
Look at your small profits, they hate little bizzy
And you know I′m gonna make it, just better watch that sissy

Slowly homie, cold and phony, ascended, splendid, spend it, shawty
Slowly, I'm more holy and homie, and Jesus knows

Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Hit ′em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day−day
(B-O-N-E, we got it goin' on, on)
Hit ′em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day−day
(B-O-N-E, we got it goin' on, on)
Hit ′em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day−day
(B-O-N-E, we got it goin' on, on)
Hit 'em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day−day
(B-O-N-E, we got it goin′ on, on)

How many more times have I got to tell ya?
I′m all about success, don't fuck with failures
Niggas is jealous and too overzealous
Don′t come in my face and don't talk to my fellas

We hellous, rebellious, and definitely straight
Sound like we come from a heavenly place
These are the breaks, better make no mistakes
′Cause little lay ain't got no time to waste

I′ma face the truth, and I'ma raise the roof
'Cause this shit here is mine
I done been around the block about a thousand times
And I done been around the world at least a couple times

My rhymes double-times, I hit ′em with the rhythm
When we hit ′em with the rhythm
Like we hit 'em way back in the days
Y′all niggas gon' pay, y′all niggas gon' pay

You can hear the Bone song, or the RnB
Just listen to the radio, y′all will see
Anything go down that's regarding me
I'ma tell ′em off the rip what this chargin′ be
Or the target be, point it straight to ya dome
I'm tellin′ you now, just acknowledge the Bone
I'm sittin′ at home, and I'm polishin′ chrome
Ready to bring it on

I handle my business, can I get a witness?
Niggas is wantin' to be me
Not mike, but little Stevie
I'm the one that′s makin′ it look so easy
Eazy-E, tell me can you feel me?
The best there is, the best there was
The best there ever will be, you'll see

Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Hit ′em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day−day
(B-O-N-E, we got it goin' on, on)
Hit ′em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day−day
(B-O-N-E, we got it goin' on, on)
Hit ′em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day−day
(B-O-N-E, we got it goin' on, on)
Hit 'em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day−day
(B-O-N-E, we got it goin′ on, on)

Church, nigga, Church!
Layzie Bone, Krayzie Bone
Young Bizzy Bone, Flesh-n-Bone, Wish-n-Bone
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony, Conglomerate
Naw, nigga