Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Time , by - 8Ball. Release date: 18.05.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Time |
| 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 |