8Ball - Time lyrics
[8Ball - Time lyrics]
3 kids started off being friends to the end
Growing up in a time that turned boys to men
Carlo was the slick one
The little girls liked him
And all the little niggas in the hood
Wanted to fight him but Carlo
Main nigga James wasn't having that
James had boxing game and
Left niggas laying flat
All of us 12 or 13 at the time
Drinking cheap wine
And smokin' brown bag dimes
I was into writing rhyme in class at school
Waitin' for the bell to ring so
We can go and shoot pool one day
Some up the block niggas came talking shit
Bragin' on they clique
And how many crews they click with
Tryin' to start some extra clip shit
Them niggas so for real
James so cool to get with
Fucked his whole grill
Carlo, that slick nigga pulled a 22
They got some heat too
What the fuck we gonna do?
Bust and hit the backdoor
Now we in the alleyway
Running, heart pumpin' fast tryin'
To see another day
Blessed to escape the mayhem
Time and time again, we escaped the mayhem
Yo, whats been goin' on dogg?
Man, that shit goin' down dogg
What's goin' down with you?
I done heard you got rich huh?
You don't fuck around with us in
The hood no more huh?
You know it's funny how shit changes, right?
How life can loosen up a
Friendship that's so tight
Years after all the horseplay
And misdemeanor crimes
Us being homeboys, didn't seem so fine
Years of just fuckin' around
Rappin' in the neighborhood
Found me with a gold album
Tryin' to live my life good
Carlo got popped with 8 keys in a minivan
Somewhere in Tex, Arcan
Doin' about a hundred man that nigga James
Straight cutthroat on them snouts
Robbin' dope boys
Gettin' what the fuck he want
The game changed
Now you gotta play with death
Now I have to ask myself
Do you remember your childhood, back when
You didn't have to have loot, to have friends
Now it's all about your benjamins
Your cash flow
And if a nigga fuck with that, he better know
Time changed everything, between us
And if I see you in the streets, I gotta bust
You used to be a friend to me
One I could trust
Now if you see me in the streets
You better bust
One day, I'm on my way to the studio, ya dig?
Pick up a zip of hay
After I drop off my kids
Flippin' through the hood
Seen James with his little crew
Blue rags up, in a drop top Malibu
Bloodshot eyes, I could smell the dip burnin'
Bumpin' DJ Squeeky, flashin' what the earnin'
He asked about Carlo, well what can I say?
I write him when I get a chance
But I pray for him everyday
Lookin' at my ride
Tellin' me nigga you comin' up
Fuckin' with that rappin' stuff
I guess you just forgot about us
Nah cat, it ain't like that i gotta eat
That's when James clicked and pulled
Out his fuckin' heat i hit the gas
He kept bustin' till the clip was empty
17 shots, and didn't nothin hot nip me
Quickly, grabbed my shit and
Opened it up wide the nigga on the passenger
Side instantly died
James bailed, I gave chase
Fuck the consequence if I let him live
He'll start another incident
12 years ago, I never thought I'd see the day
Shit would ever be this way
Growing up in a time that turned boys to men
Carlo was the slick one
The little girls liked him
And all the little niggas in the hood
Wanted to fight him but Carlo
Main nigga James wasn't having that
James had boxing game and
Left niggas laying flat
All of us 12 or 13 at the time
Drinking cheap wine
And smokin' brown bag dimes
I was into writing rhyme in class at school
Waitin' for the bell to ring so
We can go and shoot pool one day
Some up the block niggas came talking shit
Bragin' on they clique
And how many crews they click with
Tryin' to start some extra clip shit
Them niggas so for real
James so cool to get with
Fucked his whole grill
Carlo, that slick nigga pulled a 22
They got some heat too
What the fuck we gonna do?
Bust and hit the backdoor
Now we in the alleyway
Running, heart pumpin' fast tryin'
To see another day
Blessed to escape the mayhem
Time and time again, we escaped the mayhem
Yo, whats been goin' on dogg?
Man, that shit goin' down dogg
What's goin' down with you?
I done heard you got rich huh?
You don't fuck around with us in
The hood no more huh?
You know it's funny how shit changes, right?
How life can loosen up a
Friendship that's so tight
Years after all the horseplay
And misdemeanor crimes
Us being homeboys, didn't seem so fine
Years of just fuckin' around
Rappin' in the neighborhood
Found me with a gold album
Tryin' to live my life good
Carlo got popped with 8 keys in a minivan
Somewhere in Tex, Arcan
Doin' about a hundred man that nigga James
Straight cutthroat on them snouts
Robbin' dope boys
Gettin' what the fuck he want
The game changed
Now you gotta play with death
Now I have to ask myself
Do you remember your childhood, back when
You didn't have to have loot, to have friends
Now it's all about your benjamins
Your cash flow
And if a nigga fuck with that, he better know
Time changed everything, between us
And if I see you in the streets, I gotta bust
You used to be a friend to me
One I could trust
Now if you see me in the streets
You better bust
One day, I'm on my way to the studio, ya dig?
Pick up a zip of hay
After I drop off my kids
Flippin' through the hood
Seen James with his little crew
Blue rags up, in a drop top Malibu
Bloodshot eyes, I could smell the dip burnin'
Bumpin' DJ Squeeky, flashin' what the earnin'
He asked about Carlo, well what can I say?
I write him when I get a chance
But I pray for him everyday
Lookin' at my ride
Tellin' me nigga you comin' up
Fuckin' with that rappin' stuff
I guess you just forgot about us
Nah cat, it ain't like that i gotta eat
That's when James clicked and pulled
Out his fuckin' heat i hit the gas
He kept bustin' till the clip was empty
17 shots, and didn't nothin hot nip me
Quickly, grabbed my shit and
Opened it up wide the nigga on the passenger
Side instantly died
James bailed, I gave chase
Fuck the consequence if I let him live
He'll start another incident
12 years ago, I never thought I'd see the day
Shit would ever be this way