Things Ain't What They Used to Be

[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 butter

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 gunsmoke 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 & Mo. B 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 kill over that blue and red rag

Chorus:

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 3: [Master P]

I remember back in the day smoking weed was the everyday drug

Now days they shoot heroin 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 sucker 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 kill

Thats 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 gangbangin' and turf wars gotta cease

Cause y'all know we livin in the last days G

Chorus:

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