The Dayz Of Wayback

What we gonna do right here is go back...
Now this is some shit thats from the Dayz of Wayback,
When niggas in Compton first started to jack.
When the bitches wouldnt give you no pussy if you wasnt sellin drug,
So many bitches in my neighborhood got mugged.
They always loved that shit. They want a nigga thats sellin Ks.
But nowadays they workin at Mickey Ds.
But in the Dayz of Wayback
I couldnt 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 couldnt touch me because I was payinem.
But not with no money - Yo, I was frayinem.
And never get caught because nobody is snitch,
But one hoe did - so Ren had to shoot the bitch!
Now shes in a coffin and my life is better off and
Cause everybody knows whos 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 yall...
It was once a time in the Dayz of Wayback
When niggas was gettin jacked.
In fact it was one I used to pass through up,
And kickin ass through up.
Muthaf**kin Compton Massacre...
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 its 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 didnt 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 cause 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 aint a word of.
Muff? Its more murder, more murder, more murder.
They wanna make you think that its 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 thats 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 pass,
Yo, get treated like a king and theyll crown your ass.
They never in the wrong though,
So I made a song so
Muthaf**kas had know
If, yo, livin situations make you wannaget a gat...
Thats cause you livin in the Dayz of Wayback...