The Dayz Of Wayback Lyrics - Efil4zaggin (niggaz4life) - Nwa

What we gonna do right here is go back 

Now this is some shit that's from, 'The Dayz of Wayback' 

When niggas in Compton first started to jack 

When the bitches wouldn't give you no pussy if you wasn't sellin' drug 

So many bitches in my neighborhood got mugged 

They always loved that shit, they want a nigga that's sellin' Ks 

But nowadays they workin' at Mickey D's 

But in 'The Dayz of Wayback' I couldn't 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' muthafuckas 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 couldn't touch me because I was payin 'em 

But not with no money, yo, I was frayin' 'em 

And never get caught because nobody is snitch 

But one hoe did, so Ren had to shoot the bitch 

Now she's in a coffin and my life is better off and 

'Cuz everybody knows who's the bossin' 

That black nigga that they call Ren 

You fuck with me, you gotta fuck with a Mac-10 

So listen to me as I reminisce, 'The Dayz of Wayback' 

So check it out y'all 

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 

Muthafuckin' 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 it's like muthafuckin' Vietnam 

Everybody killin', tryin' to make a killin' 

Niggas stealin', muthafuckas willin' to dealin' 

With so many ways to come up 

The average nigga didn't give a fuck 

About another muthafucka 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 'cuz 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 ain't a word of 

Muff, it's more murder, more murder, more murder 

They wanna make you think that it's a crack thang 

Or a black thang 

Or some niggas in a muthafuckin' 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 that's past me 

Yo, never givin' niggas a chance to rest 

The ghetto is like a fuckin' survival test 

And number one way for you to pass 

Yo, get treated like a king and they'll crown your ass 

They never in the wrong though, so I made a song so 

Muthafuckas had know 

If, yo, livin' situations make you wanna get a gat 

That's 'cuz you livin' in, 'The Dayz of Wayback'