Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy - Back in the Days

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Back in the days

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

locked up in a cage

So hey

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