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Trick Daddy - Back In The Days

 

Back in the days It wudn't no aids wudn't no AK's no afros and braids
Wasn't nuttin for a boy to get a straight fadeBut not no mo
Niggaz done twist up the froLet it lock and grow
Quick to go to gunplay bout that fro Nigga you don't know
And I'm thinkin bout when Round the time i was tenAnd way before the pen
The worst thing i ever remember seeing Was a boy get his whole head bashed in
But now they gettin blown off Whole chest torn off Whole block roped off
Two clips in his house for fuckin round Runnin off at his damn mouth
Yep back in the days it wadn't bout fameAnd it wudn't bout a name
Plus it wudn't no thang
To kill a nigga and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang
But na shit done changed And I know it seem strangeBut I'm a maintain
So I'm a stack my flow and say "fuck you hoes"stay the fuck out the chain gang
hookSome hoes no shameOther hoes play gamesSee they'll fuck ya for the fame
And when the heat is on and they can't hangTheyll give them crackers yo name
Thell say it under oath And swear to tell the truthRun down what ya do
How ya clown wit ya crew
Along with that a list of shit like who fucked in who house
Tell a ho about ya spotWhere ya threw away the glockBut every bitch that ya
shot
Every key that ya caught And every car that ya dropThe ninety-seven drop tops
And them Carolina trips And then they grill you the flip Time and date when
ya dip
Every deal you done dealt And every crib you done built With no muthafuckin
guilt
Back in tha days It wudn't none a thisYa couldn't pay a bitch to snitch
It just goes to show that
Fuck niggaz and slimy hoes make the world flip the scripthook
See back in the daysAll pimps got paidAnd all hoes got slayed
Alot a money got savedAnd every playa had it madeIn Dade
We was slayed before thenBoys was made before thenWay before themRaisin poor
men
With no choiceWay before themBut na shit done changed I mean a nigga done came
Ya done took our nameWe done peeped yall gameYa ovalooked our pain
Man, and we aint tryin to be friendsYa wudn't tryin back then
Had a problem with my skin Got together with ya clan
And send a young poor black manStraight to the penYa had beef with the blacks
But na the blacks got the gatsSo if a cracker talk slick his ass gon get
whacked
And you can bet thatSee niggaBack in the daysI was young and afraid
So dumb in a wayI was trapped in a maze So heyhook


 

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