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[ti:Things Done Changed] |
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[ar:Notorious B.I.G.] |
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Verse One: |
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Remember back in the days,when niggaz had waves |
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Gazelle shades,and corn braids |
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Pitchin pennies,honies had the high top jellies |
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Shootin skelly,motherfuckers was all friendly |
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Loungin at the barbeques,drinkin brews |
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with the neighborhood crews,hangin on the avenues |
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Turn your pagers,to nineteen ninety three |
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Niggaz is gettin smoked G,believe me |
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Talk slick,you get your neck slit quick |
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Cause real street niggaz ain't havin that shit |
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Totin techs for rep,smokin blunts in the project |
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hallways,shootin dice all day |
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Wait for niggaz to step up on some fightin shit |
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We get hype and shit and start lifin shit |
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So step away with your fist fight ways |
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Motherfucker this ain't back in the days,but you don't hear me though |
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Verse Two: |
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No more cocoa leave-io,one two three |
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One two three,all of this to me,is a mystery |
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I hear you motherfuckers talk about it |
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But I stay seein bodies with the motherfuckin chalk around it |
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And I'm down with the shit too |
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For the stupid motherfuckers wanna try to use Kung-Fu |
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Instead of a Mac-10he tried scrappin |
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Slugs in his back and,that's what the fuck happens |
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when you sleep on the street |
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Little motherfuckers with heat,want ta leave a nigga six feet deep |
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And we comin to the wake |
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To make sure the cryin and commotion ain't a motherfuckin fake |
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Back in the days,our parents used to take care of us |
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Callin the city for help because they can't <-2401>maintain |
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Damn,shit done changed |
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Verse Three: |
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If I wasn't in the rap game |
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I'd probably have a key knee deep in the crack game |
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Because the streets is a short stop |
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Either you're slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot |
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Shit,it's hard being young from the slums |
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eatin five cent gums not knowin where your meals comin from |
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And now the shit's gettin crazier and major |
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Kids younger than me,they got the Sky grand Pagers |
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Goin outta town,blowin up |
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Six months later all the dead bodies showin up |
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It make me wanna grab the nine and the shottie |
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But I gotta go identify the body |
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Damn,what happened to the summertime cookouts? |
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Everytime I turn around a nigga gettin took out |
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Shit,my momma got cancer in her breast |
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Don't ask me why I'm motherfuckin stressed,things done changed |
