Ja Rule – Things Gon’ Change

Ja Rule

Lyrics

Ja Rule – Things Gon’ Change

Verse 1: Ja Rule

First off, fuck the snitch and that Unit he claim
Fuck Dre partial, and Eminem
Plus the world heard it before, they tired of them
And they waitin’ for that thug shit from Rule again
And “Proof” can bomb proof your hummer then
Put a vest on yourself and your chill-dren
You should be scared of death of them murderin’
Niggas who like to put lil’ holes thorugh kids’
In case y’all ain’t heard about my savages
They’ll kidnap yo kids throw 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 “Death Row”
We the world famous, Murder Inc. we infamous
Fo’ making bangers and, and bangin hammers shit

Chrous- 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’ niggas from breathin, poppin niggas 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 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 irons start 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 niggas a half a clip a piece

Chrous
Verse 3: Young Merc

It’s time to address the public
Niggas 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

Verse 4: D.O. Cannons

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

Chrous X2
Black Child outro

50 Cent is that What’s it all about?
Two punk ass motherfucking quarters

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