Things Done Changed - The Notorious B.I.G.

[Verse One:]

Remember back in the days, when n_ggaz had waves
Gazelle shades, and corn braids
Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top jellies
Shootin skelly, motherf_ckers was all friendly
Loungin at the barbeques, drinkin brews
with the neighborhood crews, hangin on the avenues
Turn your pagers, to nineteen ninety three
N_ggaz is gettin smoked G, believe me
Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick
Cause real street n_ggaz ain't havin that sh_t
Totin techs for rep, smokin blunts in the project
hallways, shootin dice all day
Wait for n_ggaz to step up on some fightin sh_t
We get hype and sh_t and start lifin sh_t
So step away with your fist fight ways
Motherf_cker 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 motherf_ckers talk about it
But I stay seein bodies with the motherf_ckin chalk around it
And I'm down with the sh_t too
For the stupid motherf_ckers wanna try to use Kung-Fu
Instead of a Mac-10 he tried scrappin
Slugs in his back and, that's what the f_ck happens
when you sleep on the street
Little motherf_ckers with heat, want ta leave a n_gga six feet deep
And we comin to the wake
To make sure the cryin and commotion ain't a motherf_ckin fake
Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us
Look at em now, they even f_ckin scared of us
Callin the city for help because they can't maintain
Damn, sh_t 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
Sh_t, it's hard being young from the slums
eatin five cent gums not knowin where your meals comin from
And now the sh_t'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
Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts?
Everytime I turn around a n_gga gettin took out
Sh_t, my momma got cancer in her breast
Don't ask me why I'm motherf_ckin stressed, things done changed

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