Things Done Changed lyrics
[Verse One:]

Remember back in the days, when niggaz had waves
Gazelle shades, and corn braids
Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top jellies
Shootin skelly, [bad word] was all friendly
Loungin at the barbeques, drinkin brews
with the neighborhood crews, hangin on the avenues
Turn your pagers, to nineteen ninety three
Niggaz is gettin smoked G, believe me
Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick
Cause real street niggaz ain't havin that [bad word] Totin techs for rep, smokin blunts in the project
hallways, shootin dice all day
Wait for niggaz to step up on some fightin [bad word] We get hype and [bad word] and start lifin [bad word] So step away with your fist fight ways [bad word] this ain't back in the days, but you don't hear me though

[Verse Two:]

No more cocoa leave-io, one two three
One two three, all of this to me, is a mystery
I hear you [bad word] talk about it
But I stay seein bodies with the [bad word] chalk around it
And I'm down with the [bad word] too
For the stupid [bad word] wanna try to use Kung-Fu
Instead of a Mac-10 he tried scrappin
Slugs in his back and, that's what the [bad word] happens
when you sleep on the street
Little [bad word] with heat, want ta leave a [bad word] six feet deep
And [bad word] to the wake
To make sure the cryin [bad word] ain't a [bad word] fake
Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us
Look at em now, they even [bad word] scared of us
Callin the city for help because they can't maintain [bad word]  [bad word] done changed

[Verse Three:]

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 jumpshot [bad word]  it's hard being young from the slums
eatin five cent gums not knowin where your [bad word] from
And now the [bad word] 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 [bad word]  what happened to the summertime cookouts?
Everytime I turn around a [bad word] gettin took out [bad word]  my momma got cancer in her breast