[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?