Kevin Scott - Things Done Changed lyrics

[Hook x4] Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right [Verse 1] Remember back in the days when n***as had waves Gazelle shades and corn braids Pitching pennies, honeys had the high-top jellies Shooting skelly, motherf**ers was all friendly Lounging at the barbecues, drinking brews With the neighborhood crews, hanging on the avenues Turn your pages to 1993 n***as is getting smoked, G: believe me Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick Cause real street n***as ain't having that sh** Toting Tecs for rep Smoking blunts in the project hallways Shooting dice all day Wait for n***as to step up on some fighting sh** We get hype and sh** and start lighting sh** So step away with your fist-fight ways Motherf**er, this ain't back in the days But you don't hear me though [Hook] [Verse 2] No more coco-levio 1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3... all it is to me, is a mystery I hear you motherf**ers talk about it But I stay seeing bodies with the motherf**ing chalk around it And I'm down with the sh** too For the stupid motherf**ers want to try to use Kung-Fu Instead of a MAC-10, he tried scrapping Slugs in his back and that's what the f** happens When you sleep on the street Little motherf**ers with heat wanna leave a n***a six feet deep And we coming to the wake To make sure the crying and commotion ain't a motherf**ing fake Back in the days our parents used to take care of us Look at 'em now, they even f**in' scared of us Calling the city for help because they can't maintain Damn, sh** done changed [Hook] [Verse 3] 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 sh**, it's hard being young from the slums Eating 5 cent gums, not knowing where your meal's coming from And now the sh**'s getting crazier and major Kids younger than me, they got the Sky brand 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 n***a getting took out sh**, my Momma got cancer in her breast Don't ask me why I'm motherf**ing stressed, things done changed [Hook]