Master P - Things Ain't What They Used to Be lyrics

[Mo B. Dick] Things ain't what they used to be. Things ain't what they used to be. [Verse 1: Master P] I remember back in the days it wasn't like that Everybody knew everybody, now days it ain't like that We used to stand on the corners and drink brew Now days you gotta duck when they drive through Cause they blastin', life is like plastic But who would be the next egg took out the easter basket Is it you, me, or her or she or he? who would live to see the long age of 23? Cause once you dead and gone who gives a damn On your tombstone would read Rest In Peace Sam But in the ghetto you cooked 'till you dead Ain't no love when you dead and gone cause you red Like roaches for the gutter, peanut bu*ter your life in the gutter , fool cause you fluttered With this game that I spit, shoot out, don't quit Now you a victim of society another statistic I heard the gunshots rain from the middle of the street The gun-smoke cleared three people on the concrete I mean it's crazy, slippin' on daisies Time to call it quits, they done put a bullet in a baby [Chorus: Master P and Mo. be Dick] Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be [Verse 2: Master P] Watch you back in the ghetto black Open the box, Mom's ain't nothing to eat Back in the day, I thought we was a family My little brother on the street corner selling crack Only 15 used to be a quarterback I wish the law would rehabilitate my auntie I came home try to visit that girl tried to do me Started tweakin' said that she needed crack Stole my grandma's rent money out her purse black I stay Tru 2 Da Game you devils' can't see me I put that on my mom, I put that on my gold teeth My homies bangin' ,no respect for the American flag But they k** over that blue and red rag [Chorus] [Verse 3: Master P] I remember back in the day smoking weed was the everyday drug Now days they shoot h**n and sell blood Back in the day catchin' the clamps was gettin' us shot Now days catch the AIDS and your time will stop My lil' homies doin' time, 25 with a L A victim of the system, I'd rather die and go to hell I try to be legit and start my own company Till these s**er want to bump into P They point the finger at me for tellin' another what to do How could another person tell you what to do I could tell you to rob or steal or k** that's like pointin' the finger at Jack or Jill For being the first person on this little earth Is like askin' Mary why she had to give birth And who would be the next victim to lose his life And who would be the next one to make a life But when you make a life you gotta learn to teach your kid So one day they can grow up and make it big But all this g**nin' and turf wars gotta cease Cause y'all know we livin' in the last days G [Chorus]