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
´Cause 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 ´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 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 ´cause you livin´ in the Dayz of Wayback...