[Verse 1: Apathy]
I remember in the '90s it was all about forties and blunts
Nas cassettes, Das EFX and Reebok pumps
Punk [bad word] that were claiming they got TECs
And rockin ski masks like Q-Tip in Hot [bad word] 
Before them underground rappers [bad word] 
When Mobb Deep and Jay still lived in the projects
There wasn't Escalades flooding the streets
It was all about Lexus Coupes and the Jeeps
Yup, what I wouldn't give to see it again
Doing stupid [bad word] [bad word]  just me and my friends
Like calling up [bad word]  if they fathers got [bad word] 
We'd pop [bad word] cause caller ID didn't exist (Click)
I can still remember dancing to Kane
Every day with Dewayne, LJ and Charmaine
Life's changed, but this is how it be till the end
Still doing dumb [bad word]  just me and my friends

[Hook]
(Hey hey hey, try to take the crew and we don't play play, say say say)
It's just me and my friends
(Hey hey hey, try to take the crew and we don't play play, say say say)
It's just me and my friends
(Hey hey hey, try to take the crew and we don't play play, say say say)
It's just me and my friends
(Hey hey hey, try to take the crew and we don't play play, say say say)
(Dumbing out, just me and my crew)

[Verse 2: One Two]

Yo, the crew I roll with - cold as [bad word] 
We own the streets like OGs own the jails
Mack college [bad word]  they know us well
But now that I'm 23 I feel old as [bad word] 
Suave [bad word] with the fliest of hoes
Peepin [bad word] (Yo Ap, keep your eyes on the rooooad)
Nothin's really changed, we work fast on it
Since hats with silver plaques that said 'RAP' on it
Ignorant little punks provokin a fight
Kinda like stickin a pipe through the spokes of your bike
 [bad word] down Franklin, tappin the brakes
Hey [bad word]  put that dutch down, we passin the jakes
Spot didn't get hot or jump until we came
fridge full of forties like Nuthin' But a 'G' Thang
Rap pack of Godz and we willin to pop
And stick together like waffles when they still in the box

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Celph Titled]
You couldn't tell me nothing back in '92 when I was wilding duke
Rocking British Knights, gold chains and Cross Colors suits
Me and Joey boosting bikes out of front yards
We'd smack you up just for doing nothing, we was dumb hard
Known from Armenia Ave and back down to Egypt
Like in Tampa you either showing your balls or you don't show your face
Strictly Miami Bass hits playing from Disco Rick
And gangsta [bad word] from the Geto Boys, they minds was playing tricks
We used to load up at Manuel's then
And launch bottle rockets at people's houses until we'd burn our hands
"I Got Man" was the jam
I remember like, [bad word] #33;
I'm so proud to be a hip-hop fan"
Started making beats and writing raps, that's when the bug got in me
Flipped out when my man [Name] pulled an armed robbery
I ain't seen him since he went to prison, wonder how he's living
Heard he's out the pen, so one love to you my old friend

[Hook]