Boot Camp Clik - Yesterday lyrics

[Sample] Well I keep holdin' on to yesterday [Verse 1: Buckshot] Holdin' it down for the good and bad times On the low from the pole when you couldn't stash your nine It was, junior high, we was new to high Different cla**, pinching a**, watching time slide by Side by side, rider to rider Until I got my record deal and you said I got sour But, with every second, minute and hour I see n***as backwords, respect, money and power Like, good lord, could it be the Porsche? That got my best friend jealous and want to come and shoot up my porch I give him handshakes and hugs He give me mean mugs Like "f** that n***a Buckshot that n***a a bum" Ain't none of that when I come around though A n***a will give you a pound for a pound of smoke sh**, snake in the gra** and all that though Come up fast get cut for some cash flow, n***a [Sample] Well I keep holdin' on to yesterday I keep holdin' on, enough to say That it's wrong [Verse 2: Steele] Thinking of a master plan Cause ain't nothing but sweat inside my hand Quote from the God Rakim Allah I see what he saw Plus I know what Kane felt when he said, "I get raw" sh** changed, when you tryin' make these papers Like when Biz Mark made "The Vapors" Chuck said it take a nation of millions to hold us back So we grind for these chips 'till we gripping a thicker stack You can get with this or you can get with that These black sheep's ready to stick n***as or flip a pack Sitting back listening to G rap Feeling "Ill Street blues" while grippin my new gat I'm like KRS criminal mind Ride 'till I die or lay in solitary confinement Rest in peace Justo By his d**h, I'm reminded Don't be thinking sh**s sweet when you see n***as rhyming [Sample] Well I keep holdin' on to yesterday I keep holdin' on, enough to say That it's wrong [Verse 3: Tek] I can't let my childhood years go away That's the only sentimental things that keep me today The doc's keep sayin' that I'm repressing I'm stuck in depression That's why I lash out in aggression But, that matters what breaks the sight And the news is the headlines of my life Whether there or nay Hard times I pray And I hope that my spirit will find it's way To a god that'll [?] words to Hoping that he say, "yeah my dude I hear you" If not then I'm stuck in my sins Any the only way I know to speak through is my pens And you, you just like me too If you knew any better you'd do what I do But, just keep me in your prayers It's the last stand and boot camp is here, so [Sample] Well I keep holdin' on to yesterday I keep holdin' on, enough to say That it's wrong