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Remember back in the dayWhen muthafuckas dealt drugs, shot glocks, rode jeeps had corners on lockWrote super dope rhymes in notebooksDropped ill fuckin’ James Brown samples on a hookBought dookie gold chains from the Fulton Mall and didn’t give a fuck ‘bout rappin’ on a pop songYou may hate me for what I say but don’t forget to page me back in the day Remember back in the dayWhen rap wasn’t gay and muthafuckas shot at each other all dayIf Biggie and Tupac was alive todayThey would kill you all in a hip hop rageIn a hip hop rage [x2]They would kill kill kill kill kill kill kill killIn a hip hop rage [x2]They would kill kill murder murder dance dance on your graveRemember back in the day when you ran from the copsWilding out rolling blunts not giving a fuckDoing business from corner pay phonesGiving shout outs to all your dead homeboysIncarcerated rappers were all fucking famous and every ghetto was fuckin’ dangerousNow a moment of silence for some east coast west coast violenceRemember back in the day when rap wasn’t shit and every MC was fucking legitIf Easy E was alive today he would kill you all in a hip hop rageIn a hip hop rage [x2]SongtexteHe would kill kill kill kill kill kill kill killIn a hip hop rage [x2]He would kill kill murder murder dance dance on your graveIf you a rapper and you rap about loveThrow your hands in the air so we can shoot yaIf you a rapper and you rap about clubsThrow your hands in the air so we can abuse yaRemember back in the dayWhen rap wasn’t horrible and lyrics were poetry and not fucking awfulIf Old Dirty Bastard was alive today he would kill you all in a hip hop rage.In a hip hop rage [x2]He would kill kill kill kill kill kill kill killIn a hip hop rage [x2]He would kill kill murder murder dance dance on your grave Aus Songtexte Mania