The Dayz Of Wayback

What we gonna do right here is go back Now this is some shit that's from, 'The Dayz of Wayback' When niggas in Compton first started to jack When the bitches wouldn't give you no pus*y if you wasn't sellin' drug So many bitches in my neighborhood got mugged They always loved that shit, they want a nigga that's sellin' Ks But nowadays they workin' at Mickey D's But in 'The Dayz of Wayback' I couldn't be laid-back Because I needed ends and I made that I get the nine from my nigga that he lend me and Start robbin' muthaf**kas just like cowboys and Indians Anything it took to get paid A nigga like Ren already had the plane made And I was in it to win it and not to lose And shit, it start blowin' up, once I lit the fuse And police couldn't touch me because I was payin 'em But not with no money, yo, I was frayin' 'em And never get caught because nobody is snitch But one hoe did, so Ren had to shoot the bitch Now she's in a coffin and my life is better off and 'Cuz everybody knows who's the bossin' That black nigga that they call Ren You f**k with me, you gotta f**k with a Mac-10 So listen to me as I reminisce, 'The Dayz of Wayback' So check it out y'all It was once a time in, 'The Dayz of Wayback' When niggas was gettin' jacked In fact it was one I used to pa*s through up And kickin' a*s through up Muthaf**kin' Compton Ma*sacre Now let me tell you a little something about Compton When I was a kid and puttin' my bid in Yo, Compton was like still water just strictly calm Now it's like muthaf**kin' Vietnam Everybody killin', tryin' to make a killin' Niggas stealin', muthaf**kas willin' to dealin' With so many ways to come up The average nigga didn't give a f**k About another muthaf**ka in this game and Claimin' what he claimin', livin' like he livin', killin' after killin' Murder was a dirty job, to rob a dead man Was the best plan 'cuz a dead man never ran But now your best friend is your worst friend Greed, cash the fee, make a me more some of what you holdin' So now your shit is stolen and you and your niggas start rollin' Yo, to get your shit back ain't a word of Muff, it's more murder, more murder, more murder They wanna make you think that it's a crack thang Or a black thang Or some niggas in a muthaf**kin' gang But guns and money, they go together like the Ku Klux Klan A nigga brung up and strung up Why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me? Rememberin' the days that's past me Yo, never givin' niggas a chance to rest The ghetto is like a f**kin' survival test And number one way for you to pa*s Yo, get treated like a king and they'll crown your a*s They never in the wrong though, so I made a song so Muthaf**kas had know If, yo, livin' situations make you wanna get a gat That's 'cuz you livin' in, 'The Dayz of Wayback'