Текст песни Notorious B. I. G. - Things Done Changed
Notorious B. I. G. - Things Done Changed слова песни
Remember back in the days, when niggaz had wavesGazelle shades, and corn braidsPitchin pennies, honies had the high top jelliesShootin skelly, motherfuckers was all friendlyLoungin at the barbeques, drinkin brewswith the neighborhood crews, hangin on the avenuesTurn your pagers, to nineteen ninety threeNiggaz is gettin smoked G, believe meTalk slick, you get your neck slit quickCause real street niggaz ain`t havin that shitTotin techs for rep, smokin blunts in the projecthallways, shootin dice all dayWait for niggaz to step up on some fightin shitWe get hype and shit and start lifin shitSo step away with your fist fight waysMotherfucker this ain`t back in the days, but you don`t hear me though [Verse Two]No more cocoa leave-io, one two threeOne two three, all of this to me, is a mysteryI hear you motherfuckers talk about itBut I stay seein bodies with the motherfuckin chalk around itAnd I`m down with the shit tooFor the stupid motherfuckers wanna try to use Kung-FuInstead of a Mac-10 he tried scrappinSlugs in his back and, that`s what the fuck happenswhen you sleep on the streetLittle motherfuckers with heat, want ta leave a nigga six feet deepAnd we comin to the wakeTo make sure the cryin and commotion ain`t a motherfuckin fakeBack in the days, our parents used to take care of usLook at em now, they even fuckin scared of usCallin the city for help because they can`t maintainDamn, shit done changed [Verse Three]If I wasn`t in the rap gameI`d probably have a key knee deep in the crack gameBecause the streets is a short stopEither you`re slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshotShit, it`s hard being young from the slumseatin five cent gums not knowin where your meals comin fromAnd now the shit`s gettin crazier and majorKids younger than me, they got the Sky grand PagersGoin outta town, blowin upSix months later all the dead bodies showin upIt make me wanna grab the nine and the shottieBut I gotta go identify the bodyDamn, what happened to the summertime cookouts?Everytime I turn around a nigga gettin took outShit, my momma got cancer in her breastDon`t ask me why I`m motherfuckin stressed, things done changed