First off the snitch and that identity he claim ***** Dre partial, and emineim Plus the world heard it before, they tired of them And they waiting for that thug *****t from Rule' again And Proof can bomb Proof your hummer then Put a vest on yourself and your chilld-ren Teacher be scared of death of them muderin' *****z that like to put holes through chins' In case y'all don't know about my savages They'll kidnap you kid's, put 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 deathrow We tha world famous, murder inc we infamious Fo' making bangers, and bangin' hammers *****t [Chorus - 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' *****z from breathin, poppin *****z 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 ***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' ***** the boss of all bosses making money off music, murder, and torture Who got what it cost for a coffin ***** 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 ***** peace cause this ***** half police And Black child is half man half beast And I'm a give all ya'll *****z a half a clip a piece [Chorus] [Verse 3: Young Merc] It's time to address the public *****z 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 ***** we get it poppin' bang like crip's and blood's And ain't *****t change I still keep a bandana and pack gun's ***** [Verse 4: D.O. Cannons] You better watch you mouth, fo' I rip yo face off And everybody you with gonna jet the ***** off You's ain't gansta, you sweet as ducksauce D' plays no games, pop the ***** off O' you want war, everybody gonna get clipped the ***** 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]
First off the snitch and that identity he claim ***** Dre partial, and emineim Plus the world heard it before, they tired of them And they waiting for that thug *****t from Rule' again And Proof can bomb Proof your hummer then Put a vest on yourself and your chilld-ren Teacher be scared of death of them muderin' *****z that like to put holes through chins' In case y'all don't know about my savages They'll kidnap you kid's, put 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 deathrow We tha world famous, murder inc we infamious Fo' making bangers, and bangin' hammers *****t [Chorus - 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' *****z from breathin, poppin *****z 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 ***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' ***** the boss of all bosses making money off music, murder, and torture Who got what it cost for a coffin ***** 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 ***** peace cause this ***** half police And Black child is half man half beast And I'm a give all ya'll *****z a half a clip a piece [Chorus] [Verse 3: Young Merc] It's time to address the public *****z 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 ***** we get it poppin' bang like crip's and blood's And ain't *****t change I still keep a bandana and pack gun's ***** [Verse 4: D.O. Cannons] You better watch you mouth, fo' I rip yo face off And everybody you with gonna jet the ***** off You's ain't gansta, you sweet as ducksauce D' plays no games, pop the ***** off O' you want war, everybody gonna get clipped the ***** 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]
