[Intro: Styles P]
I've never told (Ay man, the language brother)
Motherfucker, this ain't back in the day
Statik, what up? L.O.X in this joint
This ain't back in the day (Yeah)
Mother—, mother—
Motherfucker, this ain't back in the day, day, day
This ain't back in the day
Back, back in the day
[Chorus: Mtume, Sheek Louch & Jadakiss]
But you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though
Yo Statik, what’s good son? (But you don’t)
But you don't hear me though (I’ma go in right here, god)
But you don't hear me though (D-Block, ow!)
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Bumping that Statik with the automatic on my hip
Blue whip, Navy paper plane, no, I ain't a Crip
We used to have the hallway fogged up, smoking reefer
Yeah I went to school but KRS was the teacher (Boogie Down Productions)
In April, had to hustle hard to get fresh for Easter
Instead of celebrating Christ, I beat the noose twice
And fucked some lil' bitch on the steps
I do reps with these new rappers, it's cool though
They UFC, I'm still judos, they high right now, I'm like kudos
But fuck that, haha, yo
I like that new money, shit done changed on the block
So I don't reminisce even though I love Pete Rock
I give you bars, no microwave rap
I can take it down South, but it's gon' be my version of trap
Don' Don', the god, money is long
I can't judge an artist off one song but you don't hear me though
I've never told (Ay man, the language brother)
Motherfucker, this ain't back in the day
Statik, what up? L.O.X in this joint
This ain't back in the day (Yeah)
Mother—, mother—
Motherfucker, this ain't back in the day, day, day
This ain't back in the day
Back, back in the day
[Chorus: Mtume, Sheek Louch & Jadakiss]
But you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though
Yo Statik, what’s good son? (But you don’t)
But you don't hear me though (I’ma go in right here, god)
But you don't hear me though (D-Block, ow!)
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Bumping that Statik with the automatic on my hip
Blue whip, Navy paper plane, no, I ain't a Crip
We used to have the hallway fogged up, smoking reefer
Yeah I went to school but KRS was the teacher (Boogie Down Productions)
In April, had to hustle hard to get fresh for Easter
Instead of celebrating Christ, I beat the noose twice
And fucked some lil' bitch on the steps
I do reps with these new rappers, it's cool though
They UFC, I'm still judos, they high right now, I'm like kudos
But fuck that, haha, yo
I like that new money, shit done changed on the block
So I don't reminisce even though I love Pete Rock
I give you bars, no microwave rap
I can take it down South, but it's gon' be my version of trap
Don' Don', the god, money is long
I can't judge an artist off one song but you don't hear me though
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