Thangs Change

[Jamal] Simpty is for them simp ass niggas Talkin lot, shit, I straight dump and stomp niggas Whenver talklin shit, I straight rip 'em And niggas know I come equip when I whip them [Short Dawg] You say how can I make these dirty raps Number one albums, back to back If it was 1950, do you think I sell, no They probably throw me straight to jail I tell you life just ain't what it used to be Between you and me, exclusively Everybody's changed, were losing our minds The government won't help, cause they refuse to find A solution to the problems of the inner streets Its a shame what our kids are beginning to be Pregnant teenagers, young gun slangers There ain't no love, there ain't nothin but anger We don't go to church and can't pray in school Listen real close to what I'm sayin fools I know kids who went to school together Now they all grown up, tryin to kill each other Shootouts in the playground is where it goes down But back in the day, we rode the merry-go-round And some little kid might shoot me tonight And I always used to wonder what the future be like Cuss words on the tv and radio You wanna see sex, turn it on HBO Late at night, you see women freak women Sex sales, that's why I keep pimpin I grew up in the 70s', somethin like Crooklyn But I was in Cali not Brooklyn I could tell the whole world was going crazy But it really didn't happen til the 80s' With freebasin and smokin crack A lotta people learned not to joke with that Streets flooded, with homeless folks Whole families, lives gone up in smoke We're all related to a crackhead Sometimes I wake up in the mornin and wanna go back to bed Layin there thinkin bout things About the way life change How women used to like to wear decent clothes Now they curse like men and dress like hoes You supposed to be a virgin til you marry But teenage girls find it normal to carry a baby Babies havin babies Rappers like me always disrespect ladies Wonder why its like that, well so do I But I just turn my back and then I go get high Cause I get paid real good to talk bad about a bitch And you bought it, so don't get mad I got rich Ask your grandparents, is life the same Man thangs change Chorus There used to be a time when old folks were respected Kids talkin back was never accepted Get spanked and your mouth got washed out with soap But kids nowadays will curse out old folks Then you tell me I need to be a role model And get these babies off the 40 ounce bottles But I'm not the one who made alcohol legal Liquor stores on every corner that's why we go Buy 40 ounces and go get drunk Don't respect our kids, like no good punks And then they grow up to be hardcore criminals Shoot 'em up, slang dope always pimpin hoes I know its those that don't believe what I'm sayin on the mic right So Baby D won't you tell them what its like [Baby D] Its kinda hard comin up as a youngster Gotta deal with the roof that I'm under Even though my moms got it hard My daddy passed away, now I'm stuck without a father But times have changed bro I never ever seen Santa Claus comin through the ghetto But you know what I always see I always see the white man want a black man bank G And I don't even get in trouble for it And I don't see nothin forward Always tryin to beat the black man to death Punk police tryin hide behind your badge Always tryin arrest somebody All we gotta do is beat him with the billyclub Here I come, I comin with my gun I'm shootin in the head police now what [Short Dawg] I tell you life is too short for it to be like that We gotta be leaders, can't follow the pack With all them fiends in the streets smokin crack What you give life is what it gives you back Cause money in the ghetto ain't nothin new But when you get the money gotta know what to do Buy you a business or buy you a house Just so the police can't wipe you out I heard it in the streets, they say you the man So try to help your brothers and lend a helpin hand Now what we gone do [Mr. Malik] We came to stack dem bodies, killin anybody's like John Gotti I said we came to dem some bodies, killin anybody's like John Gotti Now run up and get done up and slap black I'm hittin blackjack like the casino when I mack slack You wanna play like Al Pacino with this Type of style with the lyricist, it's funkabis Kiss sativa and the biscuits I drop Motherfuckers know I come down and show me ?? I don't really care From the front or the rear Word to your mother I'm bout to smother and smear Its that master all I intelligent Chain that I swing from the others is irrelevant For you motherfucker to step to the m-i-c I'm down with Shorty, Ant Banks and Mally G Its Malik and I freak it's obsolete My technique motherfucker know I flow over beats Like water, slaughter dick in yo daughter And my nuts up in her jaws when she suckin on my balls Yiggy y'all niggas best to ask somebody Cause I'm shootin motherfuckers down with the shotty Its that motherfuckin master blaster Its, its the motherfuckin ghetto bastard