Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right Remember back in the days when niggas had waves Cazal shades and corn braids Pitching pennies, honeys had the high-top jellies Shooting skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly Lounging at the barbecues, drinking brews With the neighborhood crews, hanging on the avenues Turn your pages to 1993 Niggas is getting smoked, G, believe me Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick 'Cause real street niggas ain't having that shit Totin' TECs for rep Smoking blunts in the project hallways Shooting dice all day Waitin' for niggas to step up on some fighting shit We get hype and shit and start lighting shit So step away with your fist-fight ways Motherfucker, this ain't back in the days But you don't hear me though Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right No more coco-levio 1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3, all it is to me, is a mystery I hear you motherfuckers talk about it But I stay seeing bodies with the motherfucking chalk around it And I'm down with the shit too For the stupid motherfuckers want to try to use Kung-Fu Instead of a MAC-10, he tried scrapping Slugs in his back and that's what the fuck happens When you sleep on the street Little motherfuckers with heat wanna leave a nigga six feet deep And we coming to the wake To make sure the crying and commotion ain't a motherfucking fake Back in the days our parents used to take care of us Look at 'em now, they even fuckin' scared of us Calling the city for help because they can't maintain Damn, shit done changed Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right If I wasn't in the rap game I'd probably have a key knee-deep in the crack game Because the streets is a short stop Either you're slinging crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot Shit, it's hard being young from the slums Eating 5 cent gums, not knowing where your meal's coming from And now the shit's getting crazier and major Kids younger than me, they got the Skygrand pagers Going out of town, blowing up Six months later, all the dead bodies showing up It make me wanna grab the 9 and the shotty But I gotta go identify the body Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts Every time I turn around, a nigga getting took out Shit, my momma got cancer in her breast Don't ask me why I'm motherfucking stressed, things done changed Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right