Time After Time Lyrics - Kane & Able

We gonna ball till we fall 

Were real soldiers gonna be there when the homies call x2 

Chorus: 

If you're lost and you look then you will find me 

Time after time (only time will tell) 

If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting 

Time after time 

Kane: 

The ghetto's tryin to kill me 

That's why I stay faded and stoned 

Cause when I leave the house I never know if I'm comin home 

Bullets got no name it's the dirty game 

Wannabe thugs drive by for some ghetto fame 

The homie got popped six times needs surgery 

Hit my cigar holdin tears cause its hurtin me 

I write my cousin in the pen to see if he okay 

He's locked up on his little girl's first birthday 

To this day love my homies dearly down to die wit em' 

I ball and they ball you hear me ima ride wit em' 

You fall then we fall I be there when you need me 

Its easy all you gotta do is beep me 

Chorus x3 

(Rapping while chorus is still going) 

Master P: 

We gonna ball till we fall 

We're real soldiers we'll be there when the homies call 

Master P: 

This Ghetto Got Me trapped 

And homies I feel your pain 

See these streets is like a living hell 

and the devil be the dope man 

And everybody wanna fix from heron to even powder 

My little nephew's a crack baby 

When he hollas momma put dinner in his baby bottle 

These streets got me doin' shit that I really don't want to 

But niggas gotta be strapped 

with bulletproof vest or homies will ride 

Through and just blast on you 

And the game got me trippin 

But you know I'm never slippin 

And every bitch wit a pretty face and a big butt 

U can't just jump in a pool skinny-dippin 

Cause you know what life ain't the same nigga 

And I mean times can change keep your eyes on your enemy 

If you a hustler get what you got to get and get out man 

Cause ah see these streets they don't pay to be dumb 

And real homies stick together like Kane and Able, P and down to ride 

When the time come 

Chorus x2 

(Rapping while chorus still going) 

Master P: 

We gonna ball till we fall 

We're real soldiers we'll be there when the homies call x2 

Abel: 

I watched my nieces and nephews grow 

Before my very eyes 

I pray that they could make somethin' out of their lives 

You could lose your breath at the speed of light 

What if I'm deaf chasin' dream's in the heat of the night 

You might could lose your sight 

In these streets ain't no peace 

What your eyes see the last man standing off his feet 

But times have changed neva love material thangs 

If I could promise anythang you gonna leave the way you came 

Check my homie Sean Digs doin' life plus one 

(So) when he called me collect to accept I press one 

My Benz is your Benz, my house is your home 

If you eva need a friend then call Abel on the phone 

Chorus x3 

(Yo) 

(This is for the real ballers and players out there) 

(Time after time) 

(Haha) 

(Gonna ball till' we fall 

but we gotta be there when the homies call) 

(We bout it bout it) 

(For real send a few dollars to your boy 

in the penitentiary keep your boy on the streets) 

(You know what real homies stick together 

they don't turn on each other remember that) 

(No Limit family baby) 

(Master P, Kane, and Abel) 

(To the world) 

(Haha) 

(We're here when all our homies need us 

though you heard me ain't nothing changed) 

(Just gotta live with changin through 

'cause it still the same though it still the same) 

(Down for whateva) 

(No Limit For Life Baby)