things done changed
notorious b.i.g.
remember back in the days
honies had the high top jellies
motherfuckers was all friendly
with the neighborhood crews
niggaz is gettin smoked g
you get your neck slit quick
cause real street niggaz ain't havin that shit
smokin blunts in the project
wait for niggaz to step up on some fightin shit
we get hype and shit and start lifin shit
so step away with your fist fight ways
motherfucker this ain't back in the days
but you don't hear me though
i hear you motherfuckers talk about it
but i stay seein bodies with the motherfuckin chalk around it
and i'm down with the shit too
for the stupid motherfuckers wanna try to use kung-fu
instead of a mac-10 he tried scrappin
that's what the fuck happens
when you sleep on the street
little motherfuckers with heat
want ta leave a nigga six feet deep
to make sure the cryin and commotion ain't a motherfuckin fake
our parents used to take care of us
they even fuckin scared of us
callin the city for help because they can't maintain
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
it's hard being young from the slums
eatin five cent gums not knowin where your meals comin from
and now the shit's gettin crazier and major
they got the sky grand pagers
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
what happened to the summertime cookouts?
everytime i turn around a nigga gettin took out
my momma got cancer in her breast
don't ask me why i'm motherfuckin stressed