Young Merc - Things Gon' Change lyrics

[Verse 1: Ja Rule] First off, f** the snitch and that Unit he claim f** Dre partial, and Eminem Plus the world heard it before, they tired of them And they waitin' for that thug sh** 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 d**h of them murderin' n***as 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 "d**h Row" We the world famous, Murder Inc. we infamous Fo' making bangers and, and bangin hammers sh** [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' n***as from breathin, poppin n***as 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 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 down 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 irons start 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***as a half a clip a piece [Chrous] [Verse 3: Young Merc] It's time to address the public n***as 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 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 with gonna jet the f** off You's ain't gansta, you sweet as ducksauce D' plays no games, pop the f** off O' you want war, everybody gonna 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 [Chrous X2]