Things Gon' Change

First off the snitch and that identity he claim

***** Dre partial, and emineim

Plus the world heard it before, they tired of them

And they waiting for that thug *****t 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'

*****z 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 *****t

[Chorus - Ja Rule And Black Child]

[Ja] Thing's Gon' Change

[Black] I ain't gonna lie when the heat wave high everbody gotta die

[Ja] Thing's Gon' Change

[Black] You better believe it, we stoppin' *****z from breathin, poppin *****z then leavin'

[Ja] Thing's Gon' Change

[Black] One way or another, we gangsta's from the gutta, we shot ya then cut cha'

[Ja] Thing's Gon' Change

[Black] Ja, you ain't never lie when the heat wave high everybody gotta die

[Verse 2: Black Child]

As I sit back relax, cuttin' crack loadin' gats

I think about these ***y 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' ***** the boss of all bosses

making money off music, murder, and torture

Who got what it cost for a coffin

***** 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 ***** peace cause this ***** half police

And Black child is half man half beast

And I'm a give all ya'll *****z a half a clip a piece

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Young Merc]

It's time to address the public

*****z 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

***** we get it poppin' bang like crip's and blood's

And ain't *****t change

I still keep a bandana and pack gun's *****

[Verse 4: D.O. Cannons]

You better watch you mouth, fo' I rip yo face off

And everybody you with gonna jet the ***** off

You's ain't gansta, you sweet as ducksauce

D' plays no games, pop the ***** off

O' you want war, everybody gonna get clipped the ***** 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

[Chorus X2]