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[Bloodshed] I remember when a fist was the only thing that you packed Nowadays all my niggaz is strapped Back in the 80s, niggaz didn't used to think like that Growing up in Harlem, where niggaz is known to start problems Mad niggaz displayed tumors, most niggaz was afraid But I kept a blade in the suede Pumas Three o'clock is when the bell rang, and outside was courtyard fights Fronts was flying, niggaz caught hard rights And everyday inside the gym class, niggaz got extorted for kicks I ain't lying y'all remember that shit And if you caught me in the whole way, it wasn't there to talk friend Just hand over the walkman and just keep on walking The train was full of Decepts, they rolled deep in Nautica clothes Stomping niggaz out with 40 belows Ox or box cutter, yo whatever one that they choose I supposed they was shiesty, they would store in they coats I remember getting frisked yo, and getting dissed though I remember getting blitz yo while drinking Cisco And I remember the first time, I smoked with my Ace Boon Coon Who would've known it would be laced boom toom You have a nigga rekindling, word up I think the shit was better then Way back Wu, cause I remember when [Chorus: Alan Jackson sample] "I remember when" (Yeah I remember way back when) [different variations] Songtexte [Cam'Ron] Before I rode the four train or knew about the dope game With cocaine, watched Soul Train, gold caps and rope chains No misbehaviors, played ball, sweat was my fragrence Blood came running out the crowd on the flagrants There was no Hilfigers, and brothers who talked about the steal trigers Was "Mobstyle", Harlem, REAL NIGGAS Steelo, kilo, album cover fishscales Dice before cee-lo, drugs, guns and c-notes They made mathematics, static they was the baddest Hustlers, from the 80s, know the fucking status Plus they packed the pretty chrome, like they had the city sewn AZ, Whimp Whop, Gangsta Luke, Pretty Tone And Alpo ordered guys to slaughter guys And the whole Harlem was in tears when Rich Porter died Wasn't no bummy crew, had money true, packed dummies boo Had niggaz scared to death to even walk passed 1-3-2 And niggaz jocked hardly, investments stopped smartly And be careful when they came to any block party It seem like they robbed banks with clips And niggaz lost it when they heard 'Kick that Gangsta Shit' It was 40s, not bubbles, uptown money was lovely Niggaz knew about the good, bad and ugly And the shit that y'all taunted, they would hit and say "While y'all dye your hair?" fuck trying to do the +Kid, we Play+ Aus Songtexte Mania