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

Don't ask me why I'm [bad word] stressed, things done changed