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

^!$$%z done twist up the fro
Let it lock and grow
Quick to go to gunplay bout that fro

^!$$% 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 $#&@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 kill a ^!$$% and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang
But na %#@! done changed
And I know it seem strange

But I'm a maintain
So I'm a stack my flow and say "$#&@ you hoes"
stay the $#&@ out the chain gang


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Some hoes no shame
Other hoes play games
See they'll $#&@ ya for the fame

And when the heat is on and they cant 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 %#@! like who $#&@ed in who house
Tell a ho about ya spot
Where ya threw away the glock

But every (*##$ 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 mutha$#&@in guilt
Back in tha days
It wudn't none a this

Ya couldn't pay a (*##$ to snitch
It just goes to show that
$#&@ ^!$$%z and slimy hoes make the world flip the script


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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 %#@! done changed
I mean a ^!$$% done came
Ya done took our name
We done peeped yall game
Ya ovalooked our pain

Man, and we aint 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 $$# gon get whacked
And you can bet that

See ^!$$%
Back in the days
I was young and afraid
So dumb in a way
I was trapped in a maze

Locked up in a cage
So hey

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