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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 
Niggaz done twist up the fro 
Let it lock and grow 
Quick to go to gunplay bout that fro 
Nigga 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 fuckin 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 nigga and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang 
But na shit done changed 
And I know it seem strange 
But I'm a maintain 
So I'm a stack my flow and say "fuck you hoes" 
stay the fuck out the chain gang 

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Some hoes no shame 
Other hoes play games 
See they'll fuck 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 shit like who fucked in who house 
Tell a ho about ya spot 
Where ya threw away the glock 
But every bitch 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 muthafuckin guilt 
Back in tha days 
It wudn't none a this 
Ya couldn't pay a bitch to snitch 
It just goes to show that 
Fuck niggaz 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 shit done changed 
I mean a nigga 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 ass gon get whacked 
And you can bet that 
See nigga 
Back in the days 
I was young and afraid 
So dumb in a way 
I was trapped in a maze 
So hey 

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