[Hook x4]
Back in the day
Things done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right
[Verse 1]
Remember back in the days when n***as had waves
Gazelle shades and corn braids
Pitching pennies, honeys had the high-top jellies
Shooting skelly, motherf**ers was all friendly
Lounging at the barbecues, drinking brews
With the neighborhood crews, hanging on the avenues
Turn your pages to 1993
n***as is getting smoked, G: believe me
Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick
Cause real street n***as ain't having that sh**
Toting Tecs for rep
Smoking blunts in the project hallways
Shooting dice all day
Wait for n***as to step up on some fighting sh**
We get hype and sh** and start lighting sh**
So step away with your fist-fight ways
Motherf**er, this ain't back in the days
But you don't hear me though
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
No more coco-levio 1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3... all it is to me, is a mystery
I hear you motherf**ers talk about it
But I stay seeing bodies with the motherf**ing chalk around it
And I'm down with the sh** too
For the stupid motherf**ers want to try to use Kung-Fu
Instead of a MAC-10, he tried scrapping
Slugs in his back and that's what the f** happens
When you sleep on the street
Little motherf**ers with heat wanna leave a n***a six feet deep
And we coming to the wake
To make sure the crying and commotion ain't a motherf**ing fake
Back in the days our parents used to take care of us
Look at 'em now, they even f**in' scared of us
Calling the city for help because they can't maintain
Damn, sh** done changed
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
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 slinging crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot
sh**, it's hard being young from the slums
Eating 5 cent gums, not knowing where your meal's coming from
And now the sh**'s getting crazier and major
Kids younger than me, they got the Sky brand pagers
Going out of town, blowing up
Six months later, all the dead bodies showing up
It make me wanna grab the 9 and the shotty
But I gotta go identify the body
Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts
Every time I turn around, a n***a getting took out
sh**, my Momma got cancer in her breast
Don't ask me why I'm motherf**ing stressed, things done changed
[Hook]