Running with the pack, they had my back-- A bat to the head when the enemy attacked East Coast Bad Boys Violence in my name, not a real friend to be had Seven years in the gutter, seven years blacked out on the floor Seven years staring down the barrel The hardest years for sure Hey boys, I dunno What to say anymore Charged hair. Blank stares I need a little, a little more support A little more support. Yeah Seven years in the gutter, seven years blacked out on the floor Seven years staring down the barrel The hardest years for sure Seven years in the gutter, seven years blacked out on the floor Seven years staring down the barrel The hardest years for sure The hardest years