作词 : Notorious B.I.G./OWENS/Delance Scott
作曲 : Notorious B.I.G./OWENS/Delance Scott
Back in the days, back in the days
Back in the days, back in the days
Remember back in the days, when ****** had waves
Gazelle shades and corn braids
Pitchin' pennies, honies had the high top jellies
Shootin' Skelly, ************* was all friendly
Loungin' at the barbecues, drinkin' brews
With the neighborhood crews, hangin' on the avenues
Turn your pagers to nineteen ninety three
****** is gettin' smoked G, believe me
Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick'
Cause real street ****** ain't havin' that ****
Totin' techs for rep, smokin' blunts in the project
Hallways, shootin' dice all day
Wait for ****** to step up on some fightin' ****
We get hype and **** and start liftin' ****
So step away with your fist fight ways
************, this ain't back in the days
But you don't hear me though
Back in the days, back in the days
Back in the days, back in the days
No more cocoa leave io, one two three
One two three, all of this to me is a mystery
I hear you ************* talk about it
But I stay seein' bodies with the ************' chalk around it
And I'm down with the **** too
For the stupid ************* wanna try to use Kung-Fu
Instead of a Mac-10 he tried scrappin'
Slugs in his back and that's what the **** happens
When you sleep on the street
Little ************* with heat want
To leave a ***** six feet deep
And we comin' to the wake To make sure the cryin' and commotion
Ain't a ************' fake
Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us
Look at 'em now, they even ****ing scared of us
Callin' the city for help because they can't maintain
Damn, shit done changed
Back in the days, back in the days
Back in the days, back in the days
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 jump shot
****, it's hard being young from the slums
Eatin' five cent gums, not knowin' where your meals comin' from
And now the shit'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?
Every time I turn around, a nigga gettin' took out
****, my momma got cancer in her breast
Don't ask me why
I'm mother****ing stressed, things done changed