- Things Done Changed 歌詞 The Notorious B.I.G.
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- Remember back in the days,
When niggaz had waves
Gazelle shades,
And corn braids
Pitchin pennies,
Honies had the high top jellies
Shootin skelly,
Motherf **kers was all friendly
Loungin at the barbeques,
Drinkin brews
With the neighborhood crews,
Hangin on the avenues
Turn your pagers,
To nineteen ninety three
Niggaz is gettin smoked G,
Believe me
Talk slick,
You get your neck slit quick
Cause real street niggaz aint havin that shit
Totin techs for rep,
Smokin blunts in the project
Hallways,
Shootin dice all day
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
Motherf**ker this aint back in the days,
But you dont hear me though
No more cocoa leave io,
One two three
One two three,
All of this to me,
Is a mystery
I hear you motherf**kers talk about it
But I stay seein bodies with the
Motherf**kin chalk around it
And Im down with the shit too
For the stupid motherf**kers
Wanna try to use Kung-Fu
Instead of a Mac 10 he tried scrappin
Slugs in his back and,
Thats what the f**k happens
When you sleep on the street
Little motherf**kers with heat,
Want ta leave a nigga six feet deep
And we comin to the wake
To make sure the cryin and
Commotion aint a motherf**kin fake
Back in the days,
Our parents used to take care of us
Look at em now,
They even f**kin scared of us
Callin the city for help because they can't maintain
Damn, shit done changed
If I wasnt in the rap game
Id probably have a key knee
Deep in the crack game
Because the streets is a short stop
Either youre slingin crack rock
Or you got a wicked jumpshot
Shit, its hard being young from the slums
Eatin five cent gums not knowin
Where your meals comin from
And now the shits 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 nigga gettin took out
Shit, my momma got cancer in her breast
Dont ask me why Im motherf**kin stressed,
Things done changed
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