[ti:Things Done Changed]
[ar:Notorious B.I.G.]
[00:02.32]Verse  One:
[00:23.48]Remember  back  in  the  days,when  niggaz  had  waves
[00:26.48]Gazelle  shades,and  corn  braids
[00:29.04]Pitchin  pennies,honies  had  the  high  top  jellies
[00:31.89]Shootin  skelly,motherfuckers  was  all  friendly
[00:33.54]Loungin  at  the  barbeques,drinkin  brews
[00:36.90]with  the  neighborhood  crews,hangin  on  the  avenues
[00:40.00]Turn  your  pagers,to  nineteen  ninety  three
[00:42.41]Niggaz  is  gettin  smoked  G,believe  me
[00:45.21]Talk  slick,you  get  your  neck  slit  quick
[00:47.51]Cause  real  street  niggaz  ain't  havin  that  shit
[00:49.97]Totin  techs  for  rep,smokin  blunts  in  the  project
[00:53.05]hallways,shootin  dice  all  day
[00:55.45]Wait  for  niggaz  to  step  up  on  some  fightin  shit
[00:57.56]We  get  hype  and  shit  and  start  lifin  shit
[01:00.06]So  step  away  with  your  fist  fight  ways
[01:02.36]Motherfucker  this  ain't  back  in  the  days,but  you  don't  hear  me  though
[01:05.97]Verse  Two:
[01:26.69]No  more  cocoa  leave-io,one  two  three
[01:29.54]One  two  three,all  of  this  to  me,is  a  mystery
[01:32.90]I  hear  you  motherfuckers  talk  about  it
[01:35.00]But  I  stay  seein  bodies  with  the  motherfuckin  chalk  around  it
[01:37.15]And  I'm  down  with  the  shit  too
[01:40.15]For  the  stupid  motherfuckers  wanna  try  to  use  Kung-Fu
[01:43.31]Instead  of  a  Mac-10he  tried  scrappin
[01:45.72]Slugs  in  his  back  and,that's  what  the  fuck  happens
[01:47.87]when  you  sleep  on  the  street
[01:50.13]Little  motherfuckers  with  heat,want  ta  leave  a  nigga  six  feet  deep
[01:54.51]And  we  comin  to  the  wake
[01:55.61]To  make  sure  the  cryin  and  commotion  ain't  a  motherfuckin  fake
[01:57.86]Back  in  the  days,our  parents  used  to  take  care  of  us
[02:01.67]Callin  the  city  for  help  because  they  can't <-2401>maintain
[02:07.77]Damn,shit  done  changed
[02:11.83]Verse  Three:
[02:30.96]If  I  wasn't  in  the  rap  game
[02:33.07]I'd  probably  have  a  key  knee  deep  in  the  crack  game
[02:36.02]Because  the  streets  is  a  short  stop
[02:38.22]Either  you're  slingin  crack  rock  or  you  got  a  wicked  jumpshot
[02:40.58]Shit,it's  hard  being  young  from  the  slums
[02:43.48]eatin  five  cent  gums  not  knowin  where  your  meals  comin  from
[02:45.68]And  now  the  shit's  gettin  crazier  and  major
[02:48.83]Kids  younger  than  me,they  got  the  Sky  grand  Pagers
[02:50.93]Goin  outta  town,blowin  up
[02:54.14]Six  months  later  all  the  dead  bodies  showin  up
[02:57.04]It  make  me  wanna  grab  the  nine  and  the  shottie
[02:59.84]But  I  gotta  go  identify  the  body
[03:02.35]Damn,what  happened  to  the  summertime  cookouts?
[03:03.90]Everytime  I  turn  around  a  nigga  gettin  took  out
[03:07.28]Shit,my  momma  got  cancer  in  her  breast
[03:09.93]Don't  ask  me  why  I'm  motherfuckin  stressed,things  done  changed