CHILDREN OF THE CORN - I Remember When lyrics

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[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

Gold fronts was flying, niggaz caught hard rights

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

Yo I ain't lying y'all remember that shit

And if you caught me in the hallways, was no need 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 story you choose

I supposed they was shiesty, they'll extorted for clothes

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

to 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 misbehaving, 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 steel triggers

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

I know they packed the pretty chromes, like they had the city sewn

AZie, Whip Whop, Gangsta Lou, 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 stocked 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'

In in 40s, not bubbly, uptown money was lovely

Niggaz knew about the good, bad and ugly

And the shit that y'all talk today, back then they would hit and say Why y'all dye your hair? fuck trying to do the Kid & Play

Their heart was cold like refridgerators, so respect the big niggaz the real thug originators.