Back in the Days

[Chorus] See, back in the days, it wasn't no AIDS, it wasn't no AKs More afros than braids, wasn't nuttin' for a boy to get a straight fade But not no mo', niggas done twist up the fro, let it lock and grow Quick to go to gunplay 'bout that flow, nigga, you don't know? [Verse 1] 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 wasn't 'bout fame and it wasn't 'bout a name Plus, it wasn't no thang, to kill a nigga and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang But shit done changed and I know it seem strange, but I'ma maintain So I'ma stack my flow and say "Fuck you hoes", stay the fuck out the chain gang [Chorus] Back in the days, it wasn't no AIDS, it wasn't no AKs More afros than braids, wasn't nuttin' for a boy to get a straight fade But not no mo', niggas done twist up the fro, let it lock and grow Quick to go to gunplay 'bout that flow, nigga, you don't know? Back in the days, it wasn't no AIDS, it wasn't no AKs More afros than braids, wasn't nuttin' for a boy to get a straight fade But not no mo', niggas done twist up the fro, let it lock and grow Quick to go to gunplay 'bout that flow, nigga, you don't know? [Verse 2] Some hoes no shame, other hoes play games, see, they'll fuck ya for the fame And when the heat is on and they can't hang, they'll give them crackers yo' name They'll say it under oath and swear to tell the truth, run down, what ya do? How ya clown with ya crew along with that a list of shit like who fuckin' who? Tell all about ya spots where ya threw away the Glock for 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 every gram ya done flip, time and date when ya dip Every deal you done dealt And every crib you done built with no muthafuckin' guilt Back in the days, it wasn't none a this, ya couldn't pay a bitch to snitch It just goes to show that, fuck niggas and slimy hoes make the world flip the script [Interlude] Back in the days (In the day), it wasn't no AKs More afros than braids But not no mo', let it lock and grow Wasn't no—, nigga, you don't know? [Verse 3] See, back in the days, all pimps got paid and all hoes got slayed A lotta money got saved and every playa had it made in Dade We was slaves before then, boys was made before then Way before them, raisin' poor men with no choice way before then But now shit done changed, a million nigga done came, ya done took our name We done peeped y'all game, ya overlooked our pain Man and we ain't tryin' to be friends, you wasn't tryin' back then, had a problem with my skin Got together with ya klan and send a young poor black man straight to the pen Ya had beef with the blacks, but now them 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, locked up in a cage, so hey [Chorus] Back in the days, it wasn't no AIDS, it wasn't no AKs More afros than braids, wasn't nuttin' for a boy to get a straight fade But not no mo', niggas done twist up the fro, let it lock and grow Quick to go to gunplay 'bout that flow, nigga, you don't know? Back in the days, it wasn't no AIDS, it wasn't no AKs More afros than braids, wasn't nuttin' for a boy to get a straight fade But not no mo', niggas done twist up the fro, let it lock and grow Quick to go to gunplay 'bout that flow, nigga, you don't know?