The Notorious B.I.G. - Things Done Changed lyrics

Verse one: Remember back in the days, when n***az had waves Gazelle shades, and corn braids Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top jellies Shootin skelly, motherf**ers was all friendly Loungin at the barbeques, drinkin brews With the neighborhood crews, hangin on the avenues Turn your pagers, to nineteen ninety three n***az is gettin smoked g, believe me Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick Cause real street n***az ain't havin that sh** Totin techs for rep, smokin blunts in the project Hallways, shootin dice all day Wait for n***az to step up on some fightin sh** We get hype and sh** and start lifin 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 Verse two: No more cocoa leave-io, one two three One two three, all of this to me, is a mystery I hear you motherf**ers talk about it But i stay seein bodies with the motherf**in chalk around it And i'm down with the sh** too For the stupid motherf**ers wanna try to use kung-fu Instead of a mac-10 he tried scrappin Slugs in his back and, that's what the f** happens When you sleep on the street Little motherf**ers with heat, want ta leave a n***a six feet deep And we comin to the wake To make sure the cryin and commotion ain't a motherf**in fake Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us Look at em now, they even f**in scared of us Callin the city for help because they can't maintain Damn, sh** 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 sh**, it's hard being young from the slums Eatin five cent gums not knowin where your meals comin from And now the sh**'s gettin crazier and major Kids younger than me, they got the sky grand pagers Goin outta town, blowin 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 Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts? Everytime i turn around a n***a gettin took out sh**, my momma got cancer in her breast Don't ask me why i'm motherf**in stressed, things done changed