Ja Rule - Things Gon' Change / 2 Punk Ass Quarters lyrics

[Verse 1: Ja Rule] First off f** the snitch and the unit he claim f** Dre partial, and eminem Plus the world heard it before, they tired of them And they waiting for that thug sh** from Rule' again And Proof can bomb Proof your hummer then Put a vest on yourself and your child-ren Teach ya to be scared of d**h of them muderin' n***az that like to put holes through chins' In case y'all don't know about my savages They'll kidnap you kid's, 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 d**h row We tha world famous, murder inc we infamious Fo' making bangers, and bangin' hammers, sh** [Chorus - Ja Rule And Black Child] [Ja] Change Gon' Come [Black] I ain't gonna lie when the heat wave high everbody gotta die [Ja] Change Gon' Come [Black] You better believe it, we stoppin' n***az from breathin, poppin n***az then leavin' [Ja] Change Gon' Come [Black] One way or another, we gangsta's from the gutta, we'll shoot ya then cut cha' [Ja] Change Gon' Come [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 s**y rappers that I wanna clap I'll probably go to jail fo' sending "50" to hell If I lay banks down yayo going tell Fatal' will help him write his raps in brown Black Child is Black now, Rule is crack sells "IG" n***a the boss of all bosses making money off music, murder, and torture Who got what it cost for a coffin n***a 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 f** peace cause this n***a half police And Black child is half man half beast And I'm a give all ya'll n***az a half a clip a piece [Chorus] [Verse 3: Young Merc] It's time to address the public n***az 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 after these shot's flare n***a we get it poppin' bang like crip's and blood's And ain't sh** change I still keep a bandana and pack gun's n***a [Verse 4: D.O. Cannons] You better watch you mouth, fo' I rip yo face off And everybody you wit gonna jet the f** off You's ain't gangsta, you sweet as ducksauce D' plays no games, pop the f** off O' you want war, everybody gon get clipped the f** 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] 50 Cent? is that what this is all about? 2 punk a** motherf**in quarters!