Remember back in the day When muthafuckas dealt drugs, shot glocks, rode jeeps had corners on lock Wrote super dope rhymes in notebooks Dropped ill fuckin’ James Brown samples on a hook Bought dookie gold chains from the Fulton Mall and didn’t give a fuck ‘bout rappin’ on a pop song You may hate me for what I say but don’t forget to page me back in the day
Remember back in the day When rap wasn’t gay and muthafuckas shot at each other all day If Biggie and Tupac was alive today They would kill you all in a hip hop rage In a hip hop rage [x2] They would kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill In a hip hop rage [x2] They would kill kill murder murder dance dance on your grave
Remember back in the day when you ran from the cops Wilding out rolling blunts not giving a fuck Doing business from corner pay phones Giving shout outs to all your dead homeboys Incarcerated rappers were all fucking famous and every ghetto was fuckin’ dangerous Now a moment of silence for some east coast west coast violence
Remember back in the day when rap wasn’t shit and every MC was fucking legit If Easy E 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 kill In a hip hop rage [x2] He would kill kill murder murder dance dance on your grave
If you a rapper and you rap about love Throw your hands in the air so we can shoot ya If you a rapper and you rap about clubs Throw your hands in the air so we can abuse ya
Remember back in the day When rap wasn’t horrible and lyrics were poetry and not fucking awful If 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 kill In a hip hop rage [x2] He would kill kill murder murder dance dance on your graveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
