| Song | Things Done Changed (Album Version) |
| Artist | The Notorious B.I.G. |
| Album | Ready To Die The Remaster |
| [00:02] | Back in the days， back in the days |
| [00:13] | Back in the days， back in the days |
| [00:23] | Remember back in the days, when niggaz had waves |
| [00:26] | Gazelle shades and corn braids |
| [00:28] | Pitchin' pennies, honies had the high top jellies |
| [00:31] | Shootin' Skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly |
| [00:34] | Loungin' at the barbecues, drinkin' brews |
| [00:37] | With the neighborhood crews, hangin' on the avenues |
| [00:39] | Turn your pagers to nineteen ninety three |
| [00:42] | Niggaz is gettin' smoked G, believe me |
| [00:45] | Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick' |
| [00:47] | Cause real street niggaz ain't havin' that shit |
| [00:50] | Totin' techs for rep, smokin' blunts in the project |
| [00:52] | Hallways, shootin' dice all day |
| [00:55] | Wait for niggaz to step up on some fightin' shit |
| [00:58] | We get hype and shit and start liftin' shit |
| [01:01] | So step away with your fist fight ways |
| [01:03] | Motherfucker, this ain't back in the days |
| [01:05] | But you don't hear me though |
| [01:06] | Back in the days， back in the days |
| [01:16] | Back in the days， back in the days |
| [01:27] | No more cocoa leave io, one two three |
| [01:29] | One two three, all of this to me is a mystery |
| [01:32] | I hear you motherfuckers talk about it |
| [01:34] | But I stay seein' bodies with the motherfuckin' chalk around it |
| [01:38] | And I'm down with the shit too |
| [01:40] | For the stupid motherfuckers wanna try to use Kung-Fu |
| [01:43] | Instead of a Mac-10 he tried scrappin' |
| [01:45] | Slugs in his back and that's what the fuck happens |
| [01:48] | When you sleep on the street |
| [01:50] | Little motherfuckers with heat want |
| [01:53] | To leave a nigga six feet deep |
| [01:54] | And we comin' to the wake To make sure the cryin' and commotion |
| [01:57] | Ain't a motherfuckin' fake |
| [01:59] | Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us |
| [02:01] | Look at 'em now, they even fuckin' scared of us |
| [02:04] | Callin' the city for help because they can't maintain |
| [02:07] | Damn, shit done changed |
| [02:09] | Back in the days， back in the days |
| [02:19] | Back in the days， back in the days |
| [02:31] | If I wasn't in the rap game |
| [02:33] | I'd probably have a key knee deep in the crack game |
| [02:36] | Because the streets is a short stop |
| [02:38] | Either you're slingin' crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot |
| [02:41] | Shit, it's hard being young from the slums |
| [02:43] | Eatin' five cent gums, not knowin' where your meals comin' from |
| [02:46] | And now the shit's gettin' crazier and major |
| [02:49] | Kids younger than me, they got the Sky grand Pagers |
| [02:52] | Goin' outta town, blowin' up |
| [02:54] | Six months later all the dead bodies showin' up |
| [02:57] | It make me wanna grab the nine and the shottie |
| [02:59] | But I gotta go identify the body |
| [03:02] | Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts? |
| [03:05] | Every time I turn around, a nigga gettin' took out |
| [03:07] | Shit, my momma got cancer in her breast |
| [03:10] | Don't ask me why |
| [03:11] | I'm motherfuckin' stressed, things done changed |
| [00:02] | Back in the days, back in the days |
| [00:13] | Back in the days, back in the days |
| [00:23] | Remember back in the days, when niggaz had waves |
| [00:26] | Gazelle shades and corn braids |
| [00:28] | Pitchin' pennies, honies had the high top jellies |
| [00:31] | Shootin' Skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly |
| [00:34] | Loungin' at the barbecues, drinkin' brews |
| [00:37] | With the neighborhood crews, hangin' on the avenues |
| [00:39] | Turn your pagers to nineteen ninety three |
| [00:42] | Niggaz is gettin' smoked G, believe me |
| [00:45] | Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick' |
| [00:47] | Cause real street niggaz ain' t havin' that shit |
| [00:50] | Totin' techs for rep, smokin' blunts in the project |
| [00:52] | Hallways, shootin' dice all day |
| [00:55] | Wait for niggaz to step up on some fightin' shit |
| [00:58] | We get hype and shit and start liftin' shit |
| [01:01] | So step away with your fist fight ways |
| [01:03] | Motherfucker, this ain' t back in the days |
| [01:05] | But you don' t hear me though |
| [01:06] | Back in the days, back in the days |
| [01:16] | Back in the days, back in the days |
| [01:27] | No more cocoa leave io, one two three |
| [01:29] | One two three, all of this to me is a mystery |
| [01:32] | I hear you motherfuckers talk about it |
| [01:34] | But I stay seein' bodies with the motherfuckin' chalk around it |
| [01:38] | And I' m down with the shit too |
| [01:40] | For the stupid motherfuckers wanna try to use KungFu |
| [01:43] | Instead of a Mac10 he tried scrappin' |
| [01:45] | Slugs in his back and that' s what the fuck happens |
| [01:48] | When you sleep on the street |
| [01:50] | Little motherfuckers with heat want |
| [01:53] | To leave a nigga six feet deep |
| [01:54] | And we comin' to the wake To make sure the cryin' and commotion |
| [01:57] | Ain' t a motherfuckin' fake |
| [01:59] | Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us |
| [02:01] | Look at ' em now, they even fuckin' scared of us |
| [02:04] | Callin' the city for help because they can' t maintain |
| [02:07] | Damn, shit done changed |
| [02:09] | Back in the days, back in the days |
| [02:19] | Back in the days, back in the days |
| [02:31] | If I wasn' t in the rap game |
| [02:33] | I' d probably have a key knee deep in the crack game |
| [02:36] | Because the streets is a short stop |
| [02:38] | Either you' re slingin' crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot |
| [02:41] | Shit, it' s hard being young from the slums |
| [02:43] | Eatin' five cent gums, not knowin' where your meals comin' from |
| [02:46] | And now the shit' s gettin' crazier and major |
| [02:49] | Kids younger than me, they got the Sky grand Pagers |
| [02:52] | Goin' outta town, blowin' up |
| [02:54] | Six months later all the dead bodies showin' up |
| [02:57] | It make me wanna grab the nine and the shottie |
| [02:59] | But I gotta go identify the body |
| [03:02] | Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts? |
| [03:05] | Every time I turn around, a nigga gettin' took out |
| [03:07] | Shit, my momma got cancer in her breast |
| [03:10] | Don' t ask me why |
| [03:11] | I' m motherfuckin' stressed, things done changed |