Things Done Changed Lyrics

The Notorious B.I.G.


publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
writers: Dominique Owens, Kevin Delance Scott, Christopher Wallace
album: Track 2 in album Ready to Die
release date: 1994-9-13
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genres: Hip Hop
styles: Gangsta/Thug Rap
length: 3:58
producer: Darnell Scott
vocal: The Notorious B.I.G.
mixer: Bassy Bob Brockmann
recorded by: Bassy Bob Brockmann
composer: Christopher Wallace, Kevin Scott

Cover Art

The Notorious B.I.G. Ready to Die cover art
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Remember back in the days, when *****z had waves
Gazelle shades, and corn braids
Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top jellies
Shootin skelly, ************s was all friendly
Loungin at the barbeques, drinkin brews
With the neighborhood crews, hangin on the avenues
Turn your pagers, to nineteen ninety three
*****z is gettin smoked g, believe me
Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick
Cause real street *****z ain't havin that ****
Totin techs for rep, smokin blunts in the project
Hallways, shootin dice all day
Wait for *****z to step up on some fightin ****
We get hype and **** and start lifin ****
So step away with your fist fight ways
************ this ain't back in the days, but you don't hear me though

No more cocoa leave-io, one two three
One two three, all of this to me, is a mystery
I hear you ************s talk about it
But I stay seein bodies with the **********in chalk around it
And I'm down with the **** too
For the stupid ************s wanna try to use kung-fu
Instead of a mac-10 he tried scrappin
Slugs in his back and, that's what the ****s happenin
When you sleep on the street
Little ************s with heat, want ta leave a ***** six feet deep
And we comin to the wake
To make sure the cryin and commotion ain't a **********in fake
Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us
Look at em now, they even ****in scared of us
Callin the city for help because they can't maintain
Damn, **** done changed

If I wasn't in the rap game
I'd probably have a key knee deep in the crack game
Because the streets is a short stop
Either you're slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot
****, it's hard being young from the slums
Eatin five cent gums not knowin where your meals comin from
And now the ****'s gettin crazier and major
Kids younger than me, they got the sky grand pagers
Goin outta town, blowin up
Six months later all the dead bodies showin up
It make me wanna grab the nine and the shottie
But I gotta go identify the body
Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts?
Everytime I turn around a ***** gettin took out
****, my momma got cancer in her breast
Don't ask me why I'm **********in stressed, things done changed


Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Things Done Changed
  • 3 Gimme the Loot
  • 4 Machine Gun Funk
  • 5 Warning
  • 6 Ready to Die
  • 7 One More Chance
  • 8 Fuck Me (interlude)
  • 9 The What
  • 10 Juicy
  • 11 Everyday Struggle
  • 12 Me & My Bitch
  • 13 Big Poppa
  • 14 Respect
  • 15 Friend of Mine
  • 16 Unbelievable
  • 17 Suicidal Thoughts