Sticky Fingaz - Thangz Changed lyrics

[Onyx - all talking] Official Nast'! Word is bond Yeah - yeah yeah - you know the real deal boy Word up, Official, Official, Official, Official Word up, check me, I'm the Official, Nastee It's like that, yeah it's like this Son hold up, what up what up We gonna rhyme right now, word is bond Give it all we got, c'mon yo, c'mon.. [Fredro Starr] A lot of things have changed since I grown up Half my brothers got locked, half got blown UP! From playin "two hand touch" and the games in the street But the games ain't the same, now we playin with heat SEE THERE'S DANGER, in my buildin, they rollin dice there Ain't nuttin nice there, who dare to wear ice there?! My hallway is like Rahway, to the thugs in the doorway Peace, kid I'm out, NO DOUBT! We just hangin on the corner, puffin trees just Tryin to stay warm, sippin Easy Jesus! Problems after problems, it keeps revolvin They got us starvin, that's why we out robbin (knahmsayin?) There's days I can't remember like the 6th of December I think it was September nah, maybe it was November (what?!) This kid got rocked, just for steppin on some sneakers Heard from Tomica, he's gettin buried in a speaker Cause his mom's was on that *inhaling*, gettin laced She not SMOKIN IT! She took one bad hit Chorus: repeat 2X Aiyyo (YO!) can't escape the ghetto Hell no, it's everywhere you go! Aiyyo (YO!) can't escape the ghetto Hell no, it's everywhere you go! [Sonsee] I'm not your role model, I'll drink the whole bottle Don't follow, nobody cause you never know tomorrow Just look around, EVERYWHERE, it's despair It ain't no care here, and good times is rare Or seldom last long, they always fadin When my fam is dyin over money and gettin incarcerated (yeah) Just to be a statistic, it's sadistic Too realistic, we goin this QUICK! The other night kids got bad (Word, T-N-T ran out?) Got them kids Bill and Ted, they called the law news spread Last week they was blazin on the corner, bullets ricochet Hit somebody's baby, and they kid may be dead Resultin from the ill {sh**}, to say the least Livin in the ghetto... rest in peace! [Onyx] Yo.. HEY! Cause where I'm from, the good die young The sky is grey, we never see the sun The ghetto life, is live and let live On the day to day.. [Sticky Fingaz] It all began when Shorty Rock took the law in his own hand Sick of seein his moms gettin beat up by his old man So he did what any kid woulda done Went into the closet, got his pop's gun Who need enemy when you got family? It's hard to get a job when you look like me (WORD UP!) See people don't just rob cause they on unemployment Some do it for the pure satisfaction enjoyment Brrrr, it's cold, this world is freezin Folks gettin murdered over no apparent reason (NO!) Packin they bags, talkin bout they leavin But where you gonna go? You can't escape THE GHETTO! You see more when you HIGH, even less when you LOW You can't run from your own shadow Chorus {*scratches "my little man, shorty doo wop"*} [Onyx] In every ghetto, we packin heavy metal (repeat 4X) {*ad libs and "Official Nast'!" to fade*}