Verse One:

Remember back in the dayswhen niggaz had waves
Gazelle shadesand corn braids
Pitchin pennieshonies had the high top jellies
Shootin skellymotherfuckers was all friendly
Loungin at the barbequesdrinkin brews
with the neighborhood crewshangin on the avenues
Turn your pagersto nineteen ninety three
Niggaz is gettin smoked Gbelieve me
Talk slickyou get your neck slit quick
Cause real street niggaz ain t havin that shit
Totin techs for repsmokin blunts in the project
hallwaysshootin dice all day
Wait for niggaz to step up on some fightin shit
We get hype and shit and start lifin shit
So step away with your fist fight ways
Motherfucker this ain t back in the daysbut you don t hear me though

Verse Two:

No more cocoa leave-ioone two three
One two threeall of this to meis a mystery
I hear you motherfuckers talk about it
But I stay seein bodies with the motherfuckin chalk around it
And I m down with the shit too
For the stupid motherfuckers wanna try to use Kung-Fu
Instead of a Mac-10 he tried scrappin
Slugs in his back andthat s what the fuck happens
when you sleep on the street
Little motherfuckers with heatwant ta leave a nigga six feet deep
And we comin to the wake
To make sure the cryin and commotion ain t a motherfuckin fake
Back in the daysour parents used to take care of us
Look at em nowthey even fuckin scared of us
Callin the city for help because they can t maintain
Damnshit done changed

Verse Three:

If I wasn t in the rap game
I d probably have a key knee deep in the crack game
Because the streets is a short stop
Either you re slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot
Shitit s hard being young from the slums
eatin five cent gums not knowin where your meals comin from
And now the shit s gettin crazier and major
Kids younger than methey got the Sky grand Pagers
Goin outta townblowin up
Six months later all the dead bodies showin up
It make me wanna grab the nine and the shottie
But I gotta go identify the body
Damnwhat happened to the summertime cookouts?
Everytime I turn around a nigga gettin took out
Shitmy momma got cancer in her breast
Don t ask me why I m motherfuckin stressedthings done changed

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