Dayz of My Neighborhood

[Verse 1: Blaze]
G's up hoe's down, I don't give a fuck
If you's a nation-wide baller or rapper from my town
You need to bow down, out of respect or fear
I ain't asking, I'm demanding, make sure the message is clear
Hey now player, it's alright
Stop speaking my name unless you're looking to fight
I ain't looking to battle rap with you
I'm looking to unload my gat and bust a cap in you

[Chorus: Blaze]
These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit
Why a man turn to bitch? That shit I'll never get
If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!)
If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!)
In the days of my neighborhood
Do you remember what it was like
When G's was real, and thug was life
Sands through the hourglass, and the time change
All bitches still act the same, you ain't thug

[Verse 2: Blaze]
Do you remember when G's was real, like stainless steel?
Gats they tote, catch a bullet in your throat
Bitches nowadays need to get sprayed
Tricks hatin' on the game and the ghetto serenade
My name keeps falling from out your mouth
Which causes me and my homies to pull the heaters out
Find the bitch up in you, and we beat her out
Put the barrel in your mouth, pull the trigger, and we out

[Chorus: Blaze]
These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit
Why a man turn to bitch? That shit I'll never get
If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!)
If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!)
In the days of my neighborhood
Do you remember what it was like
When G's was real, and thug was life
Sands through the hourglass, and the time change
All bitches still act the same, you ain't thug

[Interlude]
Damn the game's fucked up
Rappers want to be actors, actors want to be thugs
And some of ya'll thugs is falling in love
What's up, you need a hug?

[Verse 3: Blaze]
Back in the day respect was earned from blasting shots
The game changed, ya'll [got earnings?] by getting shot
People getting over by singing with bitches on tracks
And others don't perform so they labeled wack
And the media quick to jump on the nuts of who's on top
They turn on you, as soon as someone else calls you a flop
It's some fucked up shit, but it happens all the same
But tell me do you recall or remember them days?

[Chorus: Blaze]
These bitches never learn, these bitches talking shit
Why a man turn to bitch? That shit I'll never get
If my name falling out your mouth (Stop that!)
If my name falling out your mouth (I pop gats!)
In the days of my neighborhood
Do you remember what it was like
When G's was real, and thug was life
Sands through the hourglass, and the time change
All bitches still act the same, you ain't thug

[Interlude: Jamie Madrox, Blaze]
I was over there [?] the other day
And it was about twelve or fifteen knuckleheads (You ain't thug)
All with they straps out (Right)
And looking to bring straight drama (You ain't thug)
[?] tripping on their shit, that's the type of boys
You know I wanna play with (You ain't thug)
And I used to be thugging back in the day
Look fella now let me tell you about this shit here (Tell 'em)
Hey, man, hold up, wait, wait, hold the fuck up, man
Wait a minute, hold the motherfucking weed up
I gotta tell you this motherfuckin' story
About this motherfucking club I was at last night
Man, they slapped little [?] for nothing
(Fuck [?]! Tell the story about the club and the weed!)
Alright, shut up, man
Listen, I'm 'bout to tell it
This is how the motherfucking shit went down, y'all