[Verse 1 - Bloodshed]
I remember when a fist was the only thing that you packed
Nowadays all my n***as is strapped
Back in the 80s, n***as didn't used to think like that
Growing up in Harlem, where n***as is known to start problems
Mad n***as displayed tumors, most n***as was afraid
But I kept a blade in the suede Pumas
Three o'clock is when the bell rang, and outside was courtyard fights
Gold fronts was flying, n***as caught hard rights
And everyday inside the gym class, n***as got extorted for kicks
Yo, I ain't lying y'all remember that shit
And if you caught me in the hallways, it was no need to talk friend
Just hand over the Walkman, and just keep on walking
The train was full with Decepts, they rolled deep in Nautica clothes
Stomping n***as out with 40 belows
Ox or box cutter, yo whatever story ya chose
I suppose they was shiesty, they'll extort for ya clothes
I remember getting frisked yo, to get in discos
I remember getting blitz yo, while drinking Cisco
And I remember the first time, I smoked with my ace boon coon
Who would have known it would be laced boom soon?
To have a n***a rekindling, word up I think that shit was better then
Way back Wu, cause I remember when

[Hook: Alan Jackson sample]
"I remember when" (Yeah I remember way back when) *different variations*
[Verse 2 - Killa Kam]
Before I rode the four train and knew about the dope game
Or cocaine, watched Soul Train, gold cap and rope chain
No misbehavin', played ball, sweat was my fragrance
Blood came, running out the crowd on the flagrants
There was no Hilfigers, and brothers who talked about the steel triggers
Was "Mobstyle", Harlem REAL N***AS
Steelo, kilos, album cover fishscale
Dice befo' cee-lo, drugs, guns and c-notes
They made mathematics, static they was the baddest
Hustlers, from the 80s, know the fucking status
I know they packed the pretty chromes, like they had the city sewn
AZ, Wip Wop, Gangsta Lou, 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 n***as scared to death to even walk past 132
And n***as jocked hardly, investments stocks smartly
And be careful when they came to any block party
It seem like they robbed banks with clips
And n***as lost it when they heard 'Kick that Gangsta Shit'
It was 40s, not bubbly, uptown money was lovely
N***as knew about the good, bad and ugly
And the shit that y'all talked today, back then, they would hit and say
"While y'all dye your hair?" Fuckin' tryna do the Kid, we Play
[Hook: Alan Jackson sample]
"I remember when" (Yeah I remember way back when) *different variations*