Back in the days
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It wasn't no AIDS
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It wasn't no AK's
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More afros than braids
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Wasn't nuttin for a boy to get a straight fade
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But not no mo
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Niggaz done twist up the fro
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Let it lock and grow
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Quick to go to gunplay bout that fro
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Nigga you don't know
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And I'm thinkin bout when
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Round the time i was ten
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And way before the pen
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The worst thing i ever remember seeing
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Was a boy get his whole head bashed in
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But now they gettin blown off
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Whole chest torn off
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Whole block roped off
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Two clips in his house for fuckin round
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Runnin off at his damn mouth
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Yep back in the days it wadn't bout fame
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And it wudn't bout a name
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Plus it wudn't no thang
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To kill a nigga and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang
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But na shit done changed
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And I know it seem strange
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But I'm a maintain
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So I'm a stack my flow and say "fuck you hoes"
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stay the fuck out the chain gang
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[hook]
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Some hoes no shame
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Other hoes play games
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See they'll fuck ya for the fame
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And when the heat is on and they cant hang
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Theyll give them crackers yo name
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Thell say it under oath
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And swear to tell the truth
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Run down what ya do
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How ya clown wit ya crew
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Along with that a list of shit like who fucked in who house
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Tell a ho about ya spot
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Where ya threw away the glock
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But every bitch that ya shot
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Every key that ya caught
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And every car that ya drop
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The ninety-seven drop tops
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And them Carolina trips
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And then they grill you the flip
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Time and date when ya dip
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Every deal you done dealt
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And every crib you done built
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With no muthafuckin guilt
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Back in tha days
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It wudn't none a this
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Ya couldn't pay a bitch to snitch
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It just goes to show that
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Fuck niggaz and slimy hoes make the world flip the script
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[hook]
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See back in the days
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All pimps got paid
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And all hoes got slayed
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Alot a money got saved
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And every playa had it made
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In Dade
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We was slayed before then
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Boys was made before then
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Way before them
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Raisin poor men
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With no choice
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Way before them
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But na shit done changed
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I mean a nigga done came
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Ya done took our name
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We done peeped yall game
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Ya ovalooked our pain
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Man, and we aint tryin to be friends
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Ya wudn't tryin back then
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Had a problem with my skin
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Got together with ya clan
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And send a young poor black man
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Straight to the pen
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Ya had beef with the blacks
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But na the blacks got the gats
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So if a cracker talk slick his ass gon get whacked
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And you can bet that
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See nigga
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Back in the days
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I was young and afraid
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So dumb in a way
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I was trapped in a maze
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Locked up in a cage
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So hey
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[hook]
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Back In The Days
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| Trick Daddy |
