[00:00.000] 作词 : Delance Scott/Notorious B.I.G./OWENS
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Delance Scott/Notorious B.I.G./OWENS
[00:02]Back in the days， back in the days
[00:13]Back in the days， back in the days
[00:23]Remember back in the days, when niggas had waves
[00:26]Gazelle shades and corn braids
[00:28]Pitchin' pennies, honies had the high top jellies
[00:31]Shootin' Skelly, bitches was all friendly
[00:34]Loungin' at the barbecues, drinkin' brews
[00:37]With the neighborhood crews, hangin' on the avenues
[00:39]Turn your pagers to nineteen ninety three
[00:42]Niggas is gettin' smoked G, believe me
[00:45]Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick'
[00:47]Cause real street niggas ain't havin' that shit
[00:50]Totin' techs for rep, smokin' blunts in the project
[00:52]Hallways, shootin' dice all day
[00:55]Wait for niggas to step up on some fightin' shit
[00:58]We get hype and shit and start liftin' shit
[01:01]So step away with your fist fight ways
[01:03]Mother****er, this ain't back in the days
[01:05]But you don't hear me though
[01:06]Back in the days， back in the days
[01:16]Back in the days， back in the days
[01:27]No more cocoa leave io, one two three
[01:29]One two three, all of this to me is a mystery
[01:32]I hear you niggas talk about it
[01:34]But I stay seein' bodies with the mother****er' chalk around it
[01:38]And I'm down with the shit too
[01:40]For the stupid niggas wanna try to use Kung-Fu
[01:43]Instead of a Mac-10 he tried scrappin'
[01:45]Slugs in his back and that's what the **** happens
[01:48]When you sleep on the street
[01:50]Little niggas with heat want
[01:53]To leave a nigga six feet deep
[01:54]And we comin' to the wake To make sure the cryin' and commotion
[01:57]Ain't a mother****ing fake
[01:59]Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us
[02:01]Look at 'em now, they even ****ing scared of us
[02:04]Callin' the city for help because they can't maintain
[02:07]Damn, shit done changed
[02:09]Back in the days， back in the days
[02:19]Back in the days， back in the days
[02:31]If I wasn't in the rap game
[02:33]I'd probably have a key knee deep in the crack game
[02:36]Because the streets is a short stop
[02:38]Either you're slingin' crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot
[02:41]****, it's hard being young from the slums
[02:43]Eatin' five cent gums, not knowin' where your meals comin' from
[02:46]And now the shit's gettin' crazier and major
[02:49]Kids younger than me, they got the Sky grand Pagers
[02:52]Goin' outta town, blowin' up
[02:54]Six months later all the dead bodies showin' up
[02:57]It make me wanna grab the nine and the shottie
[02:59]But I gotta go identify the body
[03:02]Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts?
[03:05]Every time I turn around, a nigga gettin' took out
[03:07]****, my momma got cancer in her breast
[03:10]Don't ask me why
[03:11]I'm mother****ing stressed, things done changed

作词 : Delance Scott/Notorious B.I.G./OWENS
作曲 : Delance Scott/Notorious B.I.G./OWENS
Back in the days， back in the days
Back in the days， back in the days
Remember back in the days, when niggas had waves
Gazelle shades and corn braids
Pitchin' pennies, honies had the high top jellies
Shootin' Skelly, bitches was all friendly
Loungin' at the barbecues, drinkin' brews
With the neighborhood crews, hangin' on the avenues
Turn your pagers to nineteen ninety three
Niggas is gettin' smoked G, believe me
Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick'
Cause real street niggas ain't havin' that shit
Totin' techs for rep, smokin' blunts in the project
Hallways, shootin' dice all day
Wait for niggas to step up on some fightin' shit
We get hype and shit and start liftin' shit
So step away with your fist fight ways
Mother****er, this ain't back in the days
But you don't hear me though
Back in the days， back in the days
Back in the days， back in the days
No more cocoa leave io, one two three
One two three, all of this to me is a mystery
I hear you niggas talk about it
But I stay seein' bodies with the mother****er' chalk around it
And I'm down with the shit too
For the stupid niggas wanna try to use Kung-Fu
Instead of a Mac-10 he tried scrappin'
Slugs in his back and that's what the **** happens
When you sleep on the street
Little niggas with heat want
To leave a nigga six feet deep
And we comin' to the wake To make sure the cryin' and commotion
Ain't a mother****ing fake
Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us
Look at 'em now, they even ****ing scared of us
Callin' the city for help because they can't maintain
Damn, shit done changed
Back in the days， back in the days
Back in the days， back in the days
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 slingin' crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot
****, it's hard being young from the slums
Eatin' five cent gums, not knowin' where your meals comin' from
And now the shit's gettin' crazier and major
Kids younger than me, they got the Sky grand Pagers
Goin' outta town, blowin' up
Six months later all the dead bodies showin' up
It make me wanna grab the nine and the shottie
But I gotta go identify the body
Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts?
Every time I turn around, a nigga gettin' took out
****, my momma got cancer in her breast
Don't ask me why
I'm mother****ing stressed, things done changed