Back in the days
It wasn't no AIDS
It wasn't no AK's
More Afros than braids
Wasn't nothin' for a boy to get a straight fade
But not no mo
n****** done twist up the fro
Let it lock and grow
Quick to go to gun play bout that fro
n***** 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 f***** round
Runnin off at his d*** mouth
Yep back in the days it wadn't bout fame
And it wouldn't bout a name
Plus it wouldn't no thang
To kill a n***** and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang
But na s*** done changed
And I know it seem strange
But I'm a maintain
So I'm a stack my flow and say "f*** you hoes"
stay the f*** out the chain gang
[Chorus]
Some hoes no shame
Other hoes play games
See they'll f*** 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 wit ya crew
Along with that a list of s*** like who f***** in who house
Tell a ho about ya spot
Where ya threw away the glock
But every b**** 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 m***********' guilt
Back in the days
It wouldn't none a this
Ya couldn't pay a b**** to snitch
It just goes to show that
f*** n****** and slimy hoes make the world flip the script
[Chorus]
See back in the days
All pimps got paid
And all hoes got slayed
A lot a money got saved
And every player 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 s*** done changed
I mean a n***** 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
Ya wouldn'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 a** gon get whacked
And you can bet that
See n*****
Back in the days
I was young and afraid
So dumb in a way
I was trapped in a maze
So hey
[Chorus]
It wasn't no AIDS
It wasn't no AK's
More Afros than braids
Wasn't nothin' for a boy to get a straight fade
But not no mo
n****** done twist up the fro
Let it lock and grow
Quick to go to gun play bout that fro
n***** 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 f***** round
Runnin off at his d*** mouth
Yep back in the days it wadn't bout fame
And it wouldn't bout a name
Plus it wouldn't no thang
To kill a n***** and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang
But na s*** done changed
And I know it seem strange
But I'm a maintain
So I'm a stack my flow and say "f*** you hoes"
stay the f*** out the chain gang
[Chorus]
Some hoes no shame
Other hoes play games
See they'll f*** 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 wit ya crew
Along with that a list of s*** like who f***** in who house
Tell a ho about ya spot
Where ya threw away the glock
But every b**** 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 m***********' guilt
Back in the days
It wouldn't none a this
Ya couldn't pay a b**** to snitch
It just goes to show that
f*** n****** and slimy hoes make the world flip the script
[Chorus]
See back in the days
All pimps got paid
And all hoes got slayed
A lot a money got saved
And every player 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 s*** done changed
I mean a n***** 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
Ya wouldn'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 a** gon get whacked
And you can bet that
See n*****
Back in the days
I was young and afraid
So dumb in a way
I was trapped in a maze
So hey
[Chorus]