[Verse 1: Pimp C] We used to ride Cadillacs with the roof pushed back Open up my do' while paper moves we catch a contact Livin' our life wrong, nigga wasn't s'posed to live long These bitches strong or be gone it wasn't for these rap songs We used to sell dope, cos time don't hold up How the fuck you gon' eat if you ain't got shit to fold up? Better keep my mind on Donny Young, doin' 40 for cheddar We smoke the skunk and poppin' that trunk to make us feel better My paint done got much wetter, than it was in '92 My mama a vehicle, pistol bullshit you boys tryin'a do And even though we got fame, we love to grip the grain Even though these hoes say that I came, hey bitch I'm still the same Then it was the same thing, instead of new game Ain't touch no 'caine, try and have shit like Little James It's dedicated to the trill niggas that paved the way Stayin' high, tryin'a hold on to yesterday
[Hook: Bun B] I never thought that there would ever be a time When a man will wanna kill another man behind a rhyme I never thought that I would ever live to see Another man try to come and take my life away from me I never thought that I would ever have to deal With the fact that to protect my life somebody might get killed But I'll survive and I know I'm blessed to say I realise that tomorrow won't be like yesterday
[Verse 2: PSK-13] I remember this like yesterday, Saturday nine o'clock, uh Electric Company backed up by Schoolhouse Rock, shit Didn't have no bills then, but now I got bills Seems like I'm only a bill, and livin' only for skrill I was only 13, mannish, used to run through some chicks Used to catch the bus to the Majestic and watch Kung Fu flicks Little league basketball, I'm hoopin', baby, scorin' all the points After the game I'm chippin' in with the twins on the joints, uh The lanky motherfucker, I'm growin' up fast My only dream was to somehow get a fold of cash, uh These H-town streets produced this game of mine Forever in a "Fuck you!" frame of mind I changed with the times, now these boys come with 'plexes I'm screamin' 'til my dime, baby, Mo City, Texas I remember this like yesterday, in jheris and braids Now these boys chopped it down for newer 20s and blades
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[Verse 3: Bun B] As my day goes by, I wish I could close my eyes And just expose myself to my past But I suppose I can't change the path that I chose Why would I wanna? Everybody knows I just tried to do right And keep it all tight in my bro's eye Watchin' 5-0s try, and travellin' first class like the pros fly I'm lookin' 'round corners tryin' to see where my foes lay The master of the class like Blowfly For really I'm so sly, you probably wouldn't buy it Drugs, I used to ride it, used to hide it Used to sell it, even tried it, denied it To the end to my mama but eventually it came out Her baby son done turned the game out, couldn't take the shame out her eyes All the lies, all the excuses, when your mama's cryin' it's all useless Boy you ain't ruthless, you're just your mama's baby Who hopin' and prayin' that maybe things could be like yesterday