It wasn't no AIDS
 It wasn't no AK's
 More afros than braids
 Wasn't nuttin for a boy to get a straight fade
 But not no mo
 Niggaz done twist up the fro
 Let 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 ten
 And 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 fame
 And 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 strange
 But I'm a maintain
 So I'm a stack my flow and say "fuck you hoes"
 stay the fuck out the chain gang

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 Some hoes no shame
 Other hoes play games
 See they'll fuck ya for the fame
 And when the heat is on and they cant hang
 Theyll give them crackers yo name
 Thell say it under oath
 And swear to tell the truth
 Run 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 spot
 Where ya threw away the glock
 But every bitch that ya shot
 Every key that ya caught
 And every car that ya drop
 The 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 this
 Ya couldn't pay a bitch to snitch
 It just goes to show that
 Fuck niggaz and slimy hoes make the world flip the script

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 See back in the days
 All pimps got paid
 And all hoes got slayed
 Alot a money got saved
 And every playa had it made
 In Dade
 We was slayed before then
 Boys was made before then
 Way before them
 Raisin poor men
 With no choice
 Way before them
 But na shit done changed
 I mean a nigga done came
 Ya done took our name
 We done peeped yall game
 Ya ovalooked our pain
 Man, and we aint tryin to be friends
 Ya wudn't tryin back then
 Had a problem with my skin
 Got together with ya clan
 And send a young poor black man
 Straight to the pen
 Ya had beef with the blacks
 But na the blacks got the gats
 So if a cracker talk slick his ass gon get whacked
 And you can bet that
 See nigga
 Back in the days
 I was young and afraid
 So dumb in a way
 I was trapped in a maze
 So hey

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