[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