Time Lyrics - Eightball & Mjg

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 niggaz in the hood, wanted to fight him 

But Carlo, main nigga James wasn't having that 

James had boxing game and left niggaz 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 niggaz came talking shit 

Bragin' on they clique and how many crews they click with 

Tryin' to start some extra clip shit, them niggaz 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 back door, 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, what's been goin' on dogg? 

Man, that shit goin' down dogg 

What's goin' down with you? 

I done heard you got rich, uh? 

You don't fuck around with us 

In the hood no more, uh? 

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 Benjamin's, 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 Squeaky, 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 

Na 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 

Do you remember your childhood, back when 

You didn't have to have loot, to have friends 

Now it's all about your Benjamin's, 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