[00:00.00] 作词 : Notorious BIG[00:01.00] 作曲 : Notorious B.I.G./OWENS/Delance Scott[00:23.15]Remember back in the days,[00:25.28]When niggas 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]Niggas 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]Niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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]Nigga 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 niggas talk about it[01:34.80]But I stay seein bodies with the[01:36.73]Nigga chalk around it[01:38.11]And I'm down with the shit too[01:39.99]For the stupid niggas[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 **** happens[01:48.62]When you sleep on the street[01:50.42]Little niggas 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 mother****ing 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 mother****in 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]****, 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]****, my momma got cancer in her breast[03:10.38]Don't ask me why I'm mother****in stressed,[03:12.33]Things done changed