Craig Slithers - In The Day lyrics

I remember when a fist was the only thing that you packed Nowadays all my n***as is strapped Back in the 80s, n***as didn't used to think like that Growing up in Harlem, where n***as is known to start problems Mad n***as displayed tumors, most n***as was afraid But I kept a blade in the suede Pumas Three o'clock is when the bell rang, and outside was courtyard fights Gold fronts was flying, n***as caught hard rights And everyday inside the gym cla**, n***as got extorted for kicks Yo I ain't lying y'all remember that sh** And if you caught me in the hallways, it wasn't there to talk friend Just hand over the walkman and just keep on walking The train was full of Decepts, they rolled deep in Nautica clothes Stomping n***as out with 40 belows Ox or box cutter, yo whatever one that they choose I supposed they was shiesty, they'll extort for ya clothes I remember getting frisked yo, and getting dissed though I remember getting blitz yo while drinking Cisco And I remember the first time, I smoked with my Ace Boon Coon Who would've known it would be laced boom toom You have a n***a rekindling, word up I think the sh** was better then Way back Wu, cause I remember when Before I rode the four train or knew about the dope game With c**aine, watched Soul Train, gold caps and rope chains No misbehaviors, played ball, sweat was my fragrence Until has motherf**ing over day in the streets I no one name is trappin up the door his Blood came running out the crowd on the flagrants There was no Hilfigers, and brothers who talked about the steal trigers Was "Mobstyle", Harlem, REAL ni**aS Steelo, kilo, album cover fishscales Dice before cee-lo, d**, guns and c-notes They made mathematics, static they was the baddest Hustlers, from the 80s, know the f**ing status Plus they packed the pretty chrome, like they had the city sewn AZ, Whimp Whop, Gangsta Luke, Pretty Tone And Alpo ordered guys to slaughter guys And the whole Harlem was in tears when Rich Porter died Wasn't no bummy crew, had money true, packed dummies boo Had n***as scared to d**h to even walk pa**ed 1-3-2 And n***as jocked hardly, investments stopped smartly And be careful when they came to any block party It seem like they robbed banks with clips And n***as lost it when they heard 'Kick that Gangsta sh**' It was 40s, not bubbles, uptown money was lovely n***as knew about the good, bad and ugly And the sh** that y'all taunted, they would hit and say "While y'all dye your hair?" f** trying to do the +Kid, we Play+