Trick Daddy - Back in the Days lyrics

Back in the days It wasn't no AIDS It wasn't no AK's More afros than braids Wasn't nuttin for a boy to get a straight fade But not no mo n***as done twist up the fro Let it lock and grow Quick to go to gunplay bout that flow n***a you don't know? And I'm thinkin bout when Round the time i was ten And way before the pen The worst thing i ever remember seeing Was a boy get his whole head bashed in But now they gettin blown off Whole chest torn off Whole block roped off Two clips in his house for f**in round Runnin off at his damn mouth Yep back in the days it wadn't bout fame And it wudn't bout a name Plus it wudn't no thang To k** a n***a and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang But na sh** done changed And I know it seem strange But I'm a maintain So I'm a stack my flow and say "f** you hoes" Stay the f** out the chain gang Hook Some hoes no shame Other hoes play games See they'll f** ya for the fame And when the heat is on and they can't hang Theyll give them crackers yo name Thell say it under oath And swear to tell the truth Run down what ya do How ya clown wit ya crew Along with that a list of sh** like who f**ed in who house Tell a ho about ya spot Where ya threw away the Glock But every b**h that ya shot Every key that ya caught And every car that ya drop The ninety-seven drop tops And them Carolina trips And then they grill you the flip Time and date when ya dip Every deal you done dealt And every crib you done built With no muthaf**in guilt Back in tha days It wudn't none a this Ya couldn't pay a b**h to snitch It just goes to show that f** n***as and slimy hoes make the world flip the script Hook See back in the days All pimps got paid And all hoes got slayed Alot a money got saved And every playa had it made In Dade We was slayed before then Boys was made before then Way before them Raisin poor men With no choice Way before them But na sh** done changed I mean a n***a done came Ya done took our name We done peeped yall game Ya ovalooked our pain Man, and we ain't tryin to be friends Ya wudn't tryin back then Had a problem with my skin Got together with ya clan And send a young poor black man Straight to the pen Ya had beef with the blacks But na the blacks got the gats So if a cracker talk slick his a** gon get whacked And you can bet that See n***a Back in the days I was young and afraid So dumb in a way I was trapped in a maze So hey Hook