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Текст песни Eightball - Time

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3 kids started off being friends to the endGrowing up in a time that turned boys to menCarlo was the slick one, the little girls liked himAnd all the little niggaz in the hood, wanted to fight himBut Carlo, main nigga James wasn`t having thatJames had boxing game and left niggaz laying flatAll of us 12 or 13 at the timeDrinking cheap wine, and smokin` brown bag dimesI was into writing rhyme in class at schoolWaitin` for the bell to ring so we can go and shoot poolOne day, some up the block niggaz came talking shitBragin` on they clique, and how many crews they click withTryin` to start some extra clip shit, them niggaz so for realJames so cool to get with fucked his whole grillCarlo, that slick nigga pulled a 22They got some heat too, what the fuck we gonna do?Bust and hit the backdoor, now we in the alleywayRunning, heart pumpin` fast tryin` to see another dayBlessed to escape the mayhemTime and time again, we escaped the mayhem[Talking]Yo, whats been goin` on dogg?Man, that shit goin` down doggwhat`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 tightYears after all the horseplay and misdemeanor crimesUs being homeboys, didn`t seem so fineYears of just fuckin` around, rappin` in the neighborhoodFound me with a gold album, tryin` to live my life goodCarlo got popped with 8 keys in a minivanSomewhere in Tex, Arcan, doin` about a hundred manThat nigga James, straight cutthroat on them snoutsRobbin` dope boys, gettin` what the fuck he wantThe game changed, now you gotta play with deathNow I have to ask myselfChorus:Do you remember your childhood, back whenYou didn`t have to have loot, to have friendsNow it`s all about your benjamins, your cash flowAnd if a nigga fuck with that, he better knowTime changed everything, between usAnd if I see you in the streets, I gotta bustYou used to be a friend to me, one I could trustNow if you see me in the streets, you better bustOne day, I`m on my way to the studio, ya dig?Pick up a zip of hay, after I drop off my kidsFlippin` through the hood, seen James with his little crewBlue rags up, in a drop top MalibuBloodshot 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 everydayLookin` at my ride, tellin` me nigga you comin` upFuckin` with that rappin` stuff, I guess you just forgot about usNah cat, it ain`t like thatI gotta eat, that`s when James clicked and pulled out his fuckin` heatI hit the gas, he kept bustin` till the clip was empty17 shots, and didn`t nothin hot nip meQuickly, grabbed my shit and opened it up wideThe nigga on the passenger side instantly diedJames bailed, I gave chase, fuck the consequenceIf I let him live, he`ll start another incident12 years ago, I never thought I`d see the dayShit would ever be this wayChorus

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