Back in the Days Trick Daddy

Back in the days
It wasn't no AIDS
It wasn't no AK's
More afros than braids
Wasn't nuttin for a boy to get a straight fade
But not no mo
Niggas done twist up the fro
Let it lock and grow
Quick to go to gunplay bout that flow
Nigga you don't know?

And I'm thinkin bout when
Round the time i was ten
And way before the pen
The worst thing i ever remember seeing
Was a boy get his whole head bashed in
But now they gettin blown off
Whole chest torn off
Whole block roped off
Two clips in his house for fuckin round
Runnin off at his damn mouth
Yep back in the days it wadn't bout fame
And it wudn't bout a name
Plus it wudn't no thang
To kill a nigga and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang
But na shit done changed
And I know it seem strange
But I'm a maintain
So I'm a stack my flow and say "fuck you hoes"
Stay the fuck out the chain gang