Things Done Changed Lyrics - Ready To Die - Notorious B.i.g.

Verse one: 

Remember back in the days, when niggaz had waves 

Gazelle shades, and corn braids 

Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top jellies 

Shootin skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly 

Loungin at the barbeques, drinkin brews 

With the neighborhood crews, hangin on the avenues 

Turn your pagers, to nineteen ninety three 

Niggaz is gettin smoked g, believe me 

Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick 

Cause real street niggaz ain't havin that shit 

Totin techs for rep, smokin blunts in the project 

Hallways, shootin dice all day 

Wait for niggaz to step up on some fightin shit 

We get hype and shit and start lifin shit 

So step away with your fist fight ways 

Motherfucker this ain't back in the days, but you don't hear me though 

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Verse two: 

No more cocoa leave-io, one two three 

One two three, all of this to me, is a mystery 

I hear you motherfuckers talk about it 

But I stay seein bodies with the motherfuckin chalk around it 

And I'm down with the shit too 

For the stupid motherfuckers wanna try to use kung-fu 

Instead of a mac-10 he tried scrappin 

Slugs in his back and, that's what the fuck happens 

When you sleep on the street 

Little motherfuckers with heat, want ta leave a nigga six feet deep 

And we comin to the wake 

To make sure the cryin and commotion ain't a motherfuckin fake 

Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us 

Look at em now, they even fuckin scared of us 

Callin the city for help because they can't maintain 

Damn, shit done changed 

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Verse three: 

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 jumpshot 

Shit, 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? 

Everytime I turn around a nigga gettin took out 

Shit, my momma got cancer in her breast 

Don't ask me why I'm motherfuckin stressed, things done changed