Remember back in the days, when n***** had waves
Gazelle shades, and corn braids
Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top jellies
Shootin skelly, m************ 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***** is gettin smoked g, believe me
Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick
Cause real street n***** aint havin that s***
Totin techs for rep, smokin blunts in the project
Hallways, shootin dice all day
Wait for n***** to step up on some fightin s***
We get hype and s*** and start lifin s***
So step away with your fist fight ways
m*********** this aint back in the days, but you dont 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 m************ talk about it
But I stay seein bodies with the m*********** chalk around it
And Im down with the s*** too
For the stupid m************ wanna try to use kung-fu
Instead of a mac-10 he tried scrappin
Slugs in his back and, thats what the f*** happens
When you sleep on the street
Little m************ with heat, want ta leave a n**** six feet deep
And we comin to the wake
To make sure the cryin and commotion aint a m*********** fake
Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us
Look at em now, they even f***** scared of us
Callin the city for help because they cant maintain
d***, s*** done changed
Verse three:
If I wasnt in the rap game
Id probably have a key knee deep in the crack game
Because the streets is a short stop
Either youre slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot
s***, its hard being young from the slums
Eatin five cent gums not knowin where your meals comin from
And now the 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
d***, what happened to the summertime cookouts?
Everytime I turn around a n**** gettin took out
s***, my momma got cancer in her breast
Dont ask me why Im m*********** stressed, things done changed
Gazelle shades, and corn braids
Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top jellies
Shootin skelly, m************ 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***** is gettin smoked g, believe me
Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick
Cause real street n***** aint havin that s***
Totin techs for rep, smokin blunts in the project
Hallways, shootin dice all day
Wait for n***** to step up on some fightin s***
We get hype and s*** and start lifin s***
So step away with your fist fight ways
m*********** this aint back in the days, but you dont 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 m************ talk about it
But I stay seein bodies with the m*********** chalk around it
And Im down with the s*** too
For the stupid m************ wanna try to use kung-fu
Instead of a mac-10 he tried scrappin
Slugs in his back and, thats what the f*** happens
When you sleep on the street
Little m************ with heat, want ta leave a n**** six feet deep
And we comin to the wake
To make sure the cryin and commotion aint a m*********** fake
Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us
Look at em now, they even f***** scared of us
Callin the city for help because they cant maintain
d***, s*** done changed
Verse three:
If I wasnt in the rap game
Id probably have a key knee deep in the crack game
Because the streets is a short stop
Either youre slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot
s***, its hard being young from the slums
Eatin five cent gums not knowin where your meals comin from
And now the 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
d***, what happened to the summertime cookouts?
Everytime I turn around a n**** gettin took out
s***, my momma got cancer in her breast
Dont ask me why Im m*********** stressed, things done changed