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notorious big - things done changed lyrics

[verse one:]

remember back in the days, when n-gg-z had waves
gazelle shades, and corn braids
pitchin pennies, honies had the high top jellies
shootin skelly, motherf-ckers was all friendly
loungin at the barbeques, drinkin brews
with the neighborhood crews, hangin on the avenues
turn your pagers, to nineteen ninety three
n-gg-z is gettin smoked g, believe me
talk slick, you get your neck slit quick
cause real street n-gg-z ain’t havin that sh-t
totin techs for rep, smokin blunts in the project
hallways, shootin dice all day
wait for n-gg-z to step up on some fightin sh-t
we get hype and sh-t and start lifin sh-t
so step away with your fist fight ways
motherf-cker this ain’t back in the days, but you don’t hear me though

[verse two:]

no more cocoa leave-io, one two three
one two three, all of this to me, is a mystery
i hear you motherf-ckers talk about it
but i stay seein bodies with the motherf-ckin chalk around it
and i’m down with the sh-t too
for the stupid motherf-ckers wanna try to use kung-fu
instead of a mac-10 he tried scr-ppin
slugs in his back and, that’s what the f-ck happens
when you sleep on the street
little motherf-ckers with heat, want ta leave a n-gg- six feet deep
and we comin to the wake
to make sure the cryin and commotion ain’t a motherf-ckin fake
back in the days, our parents used to take care of us
look at em now, they even f-ckin scared of us
callin the city for help because they can’t maintain
d-mn, sh-t done changed

[verse three:]

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 slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot
sh-t, it’s hard being young from the slums
eatin five cent gums not knowin where your meals comin from
and now the sh-t’s 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
d-mn, what happened to the summertime cookouts?
everytime i turn around a n-gg- gettin took out
sh-t, my momma got cancer in her breast
don’t ask me why i’m motherf-ckin stressed, things done changed

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