[00:00.00] 作词 : Notorious BIG
[00:23.15]Remember back in the days,
[00:25.28]When niggaz had waves
[00:26.51]Gazelle shades,
[00:28.02]And corn braids
[00:29.05]Pitchin pennies,
[00:30.32]Honies had the high top jellies
[00:31.81]Shootin skelly,
[00:32.98]Motherf**kers was all friendly
[00:34.66]Loungin at the barbeques,
[00:36.13]Drinkin brews
[00:37.18]With the neighborhood crews,
[00:38.58]Hangin on the avenues
[00:39.86]Turn your pagers,
[00:41.04]To nineteen ninety three
[00:42.49]Niggaz is gettin smoked G,
[00:44.07]Believe me
[00:45.22]Talk slick,
[00:46.24]You get your neck slit quick
[00:47.89]Cause real street niggaz ain't havin that shit
[00:50.29]Totin techs for rep,
[00:51.51]Smokin blunts in the project
[00:53.07]Hallways,
[00:53.90]Shootin dice all day
[00:55.65]Wait for niggaz to step up on some fightin shit
[00:58.62]We get hype and shit and start lifin shit
[01:01.23]So step away with your fist fight ways
[01:03.26]Motherf**ker this ain't back in the days,
[01:05.23]But you don't hear me though
[01:06.83]
[01:27.19]No more cocoa leave io,
[01:28.82]One two three
[01:29.86]One two three,
[01:30.60]All of this to me,
[01:31.90]Is a mystery
[01:32.95]I hear you motherf**kers talk about it
[01:34.80]But I stay seein bodies with the
[01:36.73]Motherf**kin chalk around it
[01:38.11]And I'm down with the shit too
[01:39.99]For the stupid motherf**kers
[01:41.68]Wanna try to use Kung-Fu
[01:43.55]Instead of a Mac 10 he tried scrappin
[01:45.83]Slugs in his back and,
[01:47.19]That's what the f**k happens
[01:48.62]When you sleep on the street
[01:50.42]Little motherf**kers with heat,
[01:52.08]Want ta leave a nigga six feet deep
[01:54.27]And we comin to the wake
[01:56.04]To make sure the cryin and
[01:57.56]Commotion ain't a motherf**kin fake
[01:59.08]Back in the days,
[02:00.35]Our parents used to take care of us
[02:02.11]Look at em now,
[02:03.02]They even f**kin scared of us
[02:04.50]Callin the city for help because they can't maintain
[02:07.84]Damn, shit done changed
[02:09.50]
[02:30.65]If I wasn't in the rap game
[02:32.69]
[02:33.48]I'd probably have a key knee
[02:34.93]Deep in the crack game
[02:36.43]Because the streets is a short stop
[02:38.24]Either you're slingin crack rock
[02:39.79]Or you got a wicked jumpshot
[02:41.54]Shit, it's hard being young from the slums
[02:44.08]Eatin five cent gums not knowin
[02:45.56]Where your meals comin from
[02:46.82]And now the shit's gettin crazier and major
[02:49.18]Kids younger than me,
[02:50.32]They got the Sky grand Pagers
[02:52.00]Goin outta town, blowin up
[02:54.60]Six months later all
[02:55.69]The dead bodies showin up
[02:57.34]It make me wanna grab
[02:58.51]The nine and the shottie
[02:59.91]But I gotta go identify the body
[03:02.41]Damn, what happened to
[03:03.78]The summertime cookouts?
[03:05.25]Everytime I turn around
[03:06.37]A nigga gettin took out
[03:07.83]Shit, my momma got cancer in her breast
[03:10.38]Don't ask me why I'm motherf**kin stressed,
[03:12.33]Things done changed