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'