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bAcK iN tHe DaY...
yo dont u remember the old days..when u can basically get what u want...i mean when ur a lil jit, u cry and u get a sandwich...now if u cry u get ur ass bitch slapped...but w/e what can u do right...
im jus so sick of all this shit i gotta go thru everyday..i mean i kno im lucky for all the shit i got and alot people got it ALOT worse...but w/e...i get so mad cuz it seems as if there are sum people in this world whose only purpose is to fuck up my life..i aint gonna mention any names but those who are close to me kno who im talkin bout...but w/e...i mean life is goin iight right now..but sutimes all this shit jus gets to me..and i cant take it anymore...like sumtimes i'll jus get to the point where im bout to hit the next person that i see..i dont kno what to say anymore...
well w/e im prety essited cuz thursday mornin im ganna go to disney world wit my fam....which kinda sucks...i kinda wanna go but at the same time i dont..cuz i wanna stay and talk to sum people on the phone..but w/e i wanna go to blizzard beach cuz that place is the shit..but disney world itself to me is jus so fucking overrated!...but w/e my sis is like shitting her pants from joy...and she's 17..and its not like we never been there..i mean we live 4 hours away..we been to disney like 1384728374082374 times, even tho we only been to island of adventure once..but w/e..i'll see wut happens..at least this trip gives me an excuse to get sum clothes..so tomorow im ganna go get some shoes..prolly the white and red air force one's..and some clothes to match..so w/e...i kno im gonna be bored and im mad cuz my sis gets to bring her friend along..and i gotta be all by myself in the car...and my cuzzin's comin wit us too but and she's my age but she is str8 wit my sis..so i gotta be with all these people for bout 5 days..i kno im gonna hate it cuz my sis is annoyin as fuk..and my dad gets a titty attack whenever we go sumwhere..he always finds sumthin to bitch at us about..so w/e..i'll see how it goes..i havent even left yet but already i cant wait to get back...so i'll write when i get bak and fill u in on how it went..so until next time...holla at ya boiy...aJ..~wUn~
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trick daddy
back in the day
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
Niggaz done twist up the fro
Let it lock and grow
Quick to go to gunplay bout that fro
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
hook
Some hoes no shame
Other hoes play games
See they'll fuck ya for the fame
And when the heat is on and they cant hang
Theyll give them crackers yo name
Thell say it under oath
And swear to tell the truth
Run down what ya do
How ya clown wit ya crew
Along with that a list of shit like who fucked in who house
Tell a ho about ya spot
Where ya threw away the glock
But every bitch that ya shot
Every key that ya caught
And every car that ya drop
The ninety-seven drop tops
And them Carolina trips
And then they grill you the flip
Time and date when ya dip
Every deal you done dealt
And every crib you done built
With no muthafuckin guilt
Back in tha days
It wudn't none a this
Ya couldn't pay a bitch to snitch
It just goes to show that
Fuck niggaz and slimy hoes make the world flip the script
hook
See back in the days
All pimps got paid
And all hoes got slayed
Alot a money got saved
And every playa had it made
In Dade
We was slayed before then
Boys was made before then
Way before them
Raisin poor men
With no choice
Way before them
But na shit done changed
I mean a nigga done came
Ya done took our name
We done peeped yall game
Ya ovalooked our pain
Man, and we aint tryin to be friends
Ya wudn't tryin back then
Had a problem with my skin
Got together with ya clan
And send a young poor black man
Straight to the pen
Ya had beef with the blacks
But na the blacks got the gats
So if a cracker talk slick his ass gon get whacked
And you can bet that
See nigga
Back in the days
I was young and afraid
So dumb in a way
I was trapped in a maze
So hey
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