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

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