TC - No Time lyrics

[Hook: TC and Baby Staic] TC: No time for these fake n***as Snitch n***as tryna get a clean slate n***a Ain't no turning bacc now it's too late n***a Lifestyle tryna bubble off a eighth n***a Baby Static: No time for these fake n***as No time for these games n***a No time for these lame n***as Tryna make it out you worried about the fame is ya? [Verse 1: Baby Static] Do it now cuz tomorrow ain't promised n***a moving out of pacers (places) you can call it supersonic Get it for the fam only if they riding by us Setting trends just to see which one of these n***as biased Told that n***a try us, he pulled a knife I pulled a bottle He tried to press us got craccin full throttle Homie got a cannon n***a dumping out the nozzle n***a want my fuccing hands so I copped me a ralo With hollows to smoke these b**hes just like a frajo Got manos' you speaking about fades? That's all I know Like pronto, no time for ticcing that's wasting tocc bro For Mafio I don't got to act bold, I know what I know Fasho tho I'm blowing out loud like fucc the ozone In my zone you either ride with me or you solo Fake friends ain't no time for them leave them solo Cuz n***as quicc to switch when they see you roccing polo [Hook: TC and Baby Static] [Verse 2: Brizzy] Mars OG Take it to the face Pop another Zan (Xanax) Fall into my place If you need a man Choose me play it safe If you need a jam play that 1998 sh** is getting crucial sh** is getting ruthless 98' baby catch a case and leave you clueless Addicted to the Cubans Leave my top roofless I just pray my five you just say your hallelujah's n***as know how to ball when it's game Team never take L's that's not how we play Barred out blunted with a 40 to the face Told me if she need it she know where a n***a stay Wait, wait, wait Mafia gang Over every lil, lil, lil thang and I Got c**aina senoritas off that white Eigth in the duece outta H-Town on a flight living life [Hook: TC and Baby Static] [Verse 3: Ace] Up 24 tryna dodge a case Everything ain't promised you gotta pray for the way Plan it out cut out the face No loose ends no kates Jugging day to day If you talkin' money it's for sure where I stay Bounce bacc for the K Worry about yours and worry what I make Snitch n***as always want a clean slate Could call out names and call his acts strange Some cats ain't built for the game Rocc a pro club and a chain Since a younging my settlo ain't change Step bacc look where I came East Daygo where I'm from till my die end days My [?] ways in these savage days And I'm tuccing K Last n***a tried it yea away, away, away [Bandit] Free my n***a Cold Free my n***a Treyez You already know I touched down bacc to East Daygo You already know I let that thang go Uh, Eastside n***a ED or C Me It's Crip n***a