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]