Lyrics Things Gon' Change - Ja Rule, Black Child, Young Merc

Things Gon' Change

First off the snitch and that identity he claim
Fuck Dre partial, and emineim
Plus the world heard it before, they tired of them
And they waiting for that thug shit from Rule’again
And Proof can bomb Proof your hummer then
Put a vest on yourself and your chilld-ren
Teacher be scared of death of them muderin'
Niggaz that like to put holes through chins'
In case y’all don’t know about my savages
They’ll kidnap you kid’s, put em over a bridge
Got em’reminiscing to N-O-T-O-R-I-O-U-S
you just lay down slow
I blaze out in the six while letting the fifth go I think Big as if I was wanted on deathrow
We tha world famous, murder inc we infamious
Fo’making bangers, and bangin’hammers shit
Thing’s Gon’Change
I ain’t gonna lie when the heat wave high everbody gotta die
Thing’s Gon’Change
You better believe it, we stoppin’niggaz from breathin, poppin niggaz then
leavin'
Thing’s Gon’Change
One way or another, we gangsta’s from the gutta, we shot ya then cut cha'
Thing’s Gon’Change
Ja, you ain’t never lie when the heat wave high everybody gotta die
As I sit back relax, cuttin’crack loadin’gats
I think about these sexy rappers that I wanna clap
I’ll probably go to jail fo’sending 50 to hell
If I lay banks down yayo going down
Fatal’will help him write his raps in brown
Black Child is Black now, Rule is crack sells
IG nigga the boss of all bosses
making money off music, murder, and torture
Who got what it cost for a coffin
Nigga you a dead man walking, this is extortion
We organized crime everybody’s crying
While all of ya’ll dying when the ian’s stary flyin'
Down the public, wanna polly about peace
Well fuck peace cause this nigga half police
And Black child is half man half beast
And I’m a give all ya’ll niggaz a half a clip a piece
It’s time to address the public
niggaz is frontin like when we see them we ain’t dumpin'
Shot’s tryin lay something down, homie it’s nothin'
When you dealin’with real gangstas
that a pop and erase ya, my dog’s ain’t playin man
Whenever we see you we leaving you there
And ain’t no aftermath when our shot’s flare
Nigga we get it poppin’bang like crip’s and blood’s
And ain’t shit change
I still keep a bandana and pack gun’s nigga
You better watch you mouth, fo’I rip yo face off
And everybody you with gonna jet the fuck off
You’s ain’t gansta, you sweet as ducksauce
D’plays no games, pop the fuck off
O’you want war, everybody gonna get clipped the fuck off
everybody know you block is buzzed off
We got big ball’s, pay off ten fo’walk with the fifth ball
Bangin on Crenshaw