Things Gon` Change

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]<br>First off, fuck the snitch and that Unit he claim<br>Fuck Dre partial, and Eminem<br>Plus the world heard it before, they tired of them<br>And they waitin` for that thug shit from Rule again<br>And "Proff" can bomb proff your hummer then<br>Put a vest on yourself and your chill-dren<br>You should be scared of death of them murderin`<br>Niggaz who like to put lil` holes thorugh kids`<br>In case y`all ain`t heard about my savages<br>They`ll kidnap yo kids throw em` over a bridge<br>Got em` reminiscing to N-O-T-O-R-I-O<br>U-S, you just, lay down slow<br>I blaze out in the six while letting the fifth go<br>I think "BIG" as if I was wanted on "Death Row"<br>We the world famous, Murder Inc. we infamous<br>Fo` making bangers and, and bangin hammers shit<br><br>[Chrous- Ja Rule And Black Child]<br>[Ja] Thing`s Gon` Change<br>[Black] I ain`t gonna lie when the heat wave high everbody gotta die<br>[Ja] Thing`s Gon` Change<br>[Black] You better believe it, we stoppin` niggaz from breathin, poppin niggaz then leavin`<br>[Ja] Thing`s Gon` Change<br>[Black] One way or another, we gangsta`s from the gutta, we shot ya then cut cha`<br>[Ja] Thing`s Gon` Change<br>[Black] Ja, you ain`t never lie when the heat wave high everybody gotta die<br><br>[Verse 2: Black Child]<br>As I sit back relax, cuttin` crack loadin` gats<br>I think about these sexy rappers that I wanna clap<br>I`ll probably go to jail fo` sending "50" to hell<br>If I lay banks down yayo going down<br>Fatal` will help him write his raps in brown<br>Black Child is Black now, Rule is crack sells<br>"IG" nigga the boss of all bosses<br>making money off music, murder, and torture<br>Who got what it cost for a coffin<br>Nigga you a dead man walking, this is extortion<br>We organized crime everybody`s crying<br>While all of ya`ll dying when the ian`s stary flyin`<br>Down the public, wanna polly about peace<br>Well fuck peace cause this nigga half police<br>And Black child is half man half beast<br>And I`m a give all ya`ll niggaz a half a clip a piece<br><br>[Chrous]<br><br>[Verse 3: Young Merc]<br>It`s time to address the public<br>niggaz is frontin like when we see them we ain`t dumpin`<br>Shot`s tryin lay something down, homie it`s nothin`<br>When you dealin` with real gangstas<br>that a pop and erase ya, my dog`s ain`t playin man<br>Whenever we see you we leaving you there<br>And ain`t no aftermath when our shot`s flare<br>Nigga we get it poppin` bang like crip`s and blood`s<br>And ain`t shit change<br>I still keep a bandana and pack gun`s nigga<br><br>[Verse 4: D.O. Cannons]<br>You better watch you mouth, fo` I rip yo face off<br>And everybody you with gonna jet the fuck off<br>You`s ain`t gansta, you sweet as ducksauce<br>D` plays no games, pop the fuck off<br>O` you want war, everybody gonna get clipped the fuck off<br>everybody know you block is buzzed off<br>We got big ball`s, pay off ten fo` walk with the fifth ball<br>Bangin on Crenshaw<br><br>[Chrous X2]