What we gonna do right here is go back

Now this is some shit that's from, 'The Dayz of Wayback'
When ni**as 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 ni**a 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 ni**a that he lend me and
Start robbin' muthaf**kas just like cowboys and Indians
Anything it took to get paid
A ni**a 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 ni**a that they call Ren
You f**k with me, you gotta f**k 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 ni**as was gettin' jacked
In fact it was one I used to pass through up
And kickin' ass through up
Muthaf**kin' 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 muthaf**kin' Vietnam
Everybody killin', tryin' to make a killin'

Ni**as stealin', muthaf**kas willin' to dealin'
With so many ways to come up
The average ni**a didn't give a f**k
About another muthaf**ka 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 ni**as 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 ni**as in a muthaf**kin' gang
But guns and money, they go together like the Ku Klux Klan
A ni**a brung up and strung up
Why do I call myself a ni**a, you ask me?
Rememberin' the days that's past me
Yo, never givin' ni**as a chance to rest

The ghetto is like a f**kin' 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
Muthaf**kas had know
If, yo, livin' situations make you wanna get a gat
That's 'cuz you livin' in, 'The Dayz of Wayback'