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1  Remember back in the days when niggaz had waves   [Verse One:]                                          1
2  Gazelle shades and corn braids                             Remember back in the days, when niggaz had waves 2
3  Pitchin' pennies, honies had the high top jellies   Gazelle shades, and corn braids                     3
4  Shootin' Skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly                 Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top jellies 4
5                                                         Shootin skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly 5
6  Loungin' at the barbecues, drinkin' brews   Loungin at the barbeques, drinkin brews 6
7  With the neighborhood crews, hangin' on the avenues   with the neighborhood crews, hangin on the avenues 7
8  Turn your pagers to nineteen ninety-three          Turn your pagers, to nineteen ninety three 8
9  Niggaz is gettin' smoked G, believe me   Niggaz is gettin smoked G, believe me 9
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  Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick  Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick
10  'Cause real street niggaz ain't havin' that shit   Cause real street niggaz ain't havin that shit 10
11  Totin' techs for rep, smokin' blunts in the project   Totin techs for rep, smokin blunts in the project 11
12  Hallways, shootin' dice all day   hallways, shootin dice all day 12
13                                                              Wait for niggaz to step up on some fightin shit 13
14  Wait for niggaz to step up on some fightin' shit   We get hype and shit and start lifin           shit 14
2  We get hype and shit and start lifin' shit   2
  So step away with your fist fight ways  So step away with your fist fight ways
15  Motherfucker, this ain't back in the days   Motherfucker this ain't back in the days, 15
16  But you don't hear me though   but you don't hear me though 16
      
17  No more cocoa leave-io, one, two, three   [Verse Two:]                                      17
18  One, two, three, all of this to me is a mystery   No more Cocoa leave thee ole one two three             18
19  I hear you, motherfuckers, talk about it                        One two three, all of this to me, is a mystery 19
20  But I stay seein' bodies with the motherfuckin' chalk around it        I hear you motherfuckers talk about                               it 20
1  But I stay seein bodies with the motherfuckin chalk around it1
  And I'm down with the shit too  And I'm down with the shit too
21                                                                   For the stupid motherfuckers wanna try to use Kung-Fu 21
22  For the stupid motherfuckers wanna try to use kung-fu   Instead of a Mac-10 he tried scrappin               22
23  Instead of a Mac-10 he tried scrappin'                       Slugs in his back and, that's what the fuck happens 23
24  Slugs in his back and that's what the fuck happens   when you sleep on                    the street          24
25  When you sleep on the street   Little motherfuckers with heat, want ta 25
26                                      leave a nigga six feet deep 26
27  Little motherfuckers with heat, want to leave a nigga six feet deep   And we comin              to the wake                         27
28  And we comin' to the wake, yo, make sure                                                             To                                  make sure the cryin and commotion ain't a motherfuckin fake 28
3  The cryin' and commotion ain't a motherfuckin' fake   3
  Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us  Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us
29                                                            Look at em now, they even fuckin scared of us 29
30  Look at 'em, now,                they even fuckin' scared of us   Callin the city for help because they can't maintain                 30
4  Callin' the city for help because they can't maintain   4
  Damn, shit done changed  Damn, shit done changed
      
2  [Verse Three:]2
  If I wasn't in the rap game  If I wasn't in the rap game
  I'd probably have a key knee deep in the crack game  I'd probably have a key knee deep in the crack game
  Because the streets is a short stop  Because the streets is a short stop
31  Either you're slingin' crack, rock or you got a wicked jump shot   Either you're slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot       31
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  Shit, it's hard being young from the slums  Shit, it's hard being young from the slums
32  Eatin' five cent gums not knowin' where your meals comin' from   eatin five cent gums not knowin where your meals comin from 32
33  And now the shit's gettin' crazier and major   And now the shit's gettin crazier and major 33
34  Kids younger than me, they got the Sky Grand Pagers   Kids younger than me, they got the Sky grand Pagers 34
35  Goin' outta town, blowin' up   Goin outta town, blowin up 35
36                                                            Six months later all the dead bodies showin up 36
6  Six months later all the dead bodies showin' up   6
  It make me wanna grab the nine and the shottie  It make me wanna grab the nine and the shottie
  But I gotta go identify the body  But I gotta go identify the body
  Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts?  Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts?
37                                                             Everytime I turn around a nigga gettin took out 37
7  Every time I turn around, a nigga gettin' took out   7
  Shit, my momma got cancer in her breast  Shit, my momma got cancer in her breast
38  Don't ask me why I'm motherfuckin' stressed                          Don't ask me why I'm motherfuckin stressed, things done changed 38
8  Things done changed   8
      


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