[Bloodshed]

I remember when a fist was the only thing that you packed

Nowadays all my niggaz is strapped

Back in the 80s, niggaz didn't used to think like that

Growing up in Harlem, where niggaz is known to start problems

Mad niggaz displayed tumors, most niggaz was afraid

But I kept a blade in the suede Pumas

Three o'clock is when the bell rang, and outside was courtyard fights

Fronts was flying, niggaz caught hard rights

And everyday inside the gym class, niggaz got extorted for kicks

I ain't lying y'all remember that shit

And if you caught me in the whole way, it wasn't there to talk friend

Just hand over the walkman and just keep on walking

The train was full of Decepts, they rolled deep in Nautica clothes

Stomping niggaz out with 40 belows

Ox or box cutter, yo whatever one that they choose

I supposed they was shiesty, they would store in they coats

I remember getting frisked yo, and getting dissed though

I remember getting blitz yo while drinking Cisco

And I remember the first time, I smoked with my Ace Boon Coon

Who would've known it would be laced boom toom

You have a nigga rekindling, word up I think the shit was better then

Way back Wu, cause I remember when



[Chorus: Alan Jackson sample]

"I remember when" (Yeah I remember way back when) [different variations]



[Cam'Ron]

Before I rode the four train or knew about the dope game

With cocaine, watched Soul Train, gold caps and rope chains

No misbehaviors, played ball, sweat was my fragrence

Blood came running out the crowd on the flagrants

There was no Hilfigers, and brothers who talked about the steal trigers

Was "Mobstyle", Harlem, REAL NIGGAS

Steelo, kilo, album cover fishscales

Dice before cee-lo, drugs, guns and c-notes

They made mathematics, static they was the baddest

Hustlers, from the 80s, know the fucking status

Plus they packed the pretty chrome, like they had the city sewn

AZ, Whimp Whop, Gangsta Luke, Pretty Tone

And Alpo ordered guys to slaughter guys

And the whole Harlem was in tears when Rich Porter died

Wasn't no bummy crew, had money true, packed dummies boo

Had niggaz scared to death to even walk passed 1-3-2

And niggaz jocked hardly, investments stopped smartly

And be careful when they came to any block party

It seem like they robbed banks with clips

And niggaz lost it when they heard 'Kick that Gangsta Shit'

It was 40s, not bubbles, uptown money was lovely

Niggaz knew about the good, bad and ugly

And the shit that y'all taunted, they would hit and say

"While y'all dye your hair?" fuck trying to do the +Kid, we Play+