Things Gon' Change (Album Version)

Things Gon' Change (Album Version)

Gotti, I.

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 waiting for that thug shit from Rule' again
And Proof can bomb Proof your hummer then
Put a vest on yourself and your child-ren
Teacher be scared of death of them muderin'
Niggas that like to put holes through chins'
In case y'all don't know about my savages
They'll kidnap you kid, throw em over the bridge
Got reminiscing to N-O-T-O-R-I-O-U-S
Who 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 infamous
Fo' making bangers, and bangin' hammers shit

Thing's Gon' Change
I ain't gonna lie
When the heat wave high everbody gotta die
Thing's Gon' Change
You better believe it,
We stoppin' niggaz from breathin', poppin' niggas then leavin'
Thing's Gon' Change
One way or another,
We gangsta's from the gutta, we'll shoot ya then cut cha'
Thing's Gon' Change
Ja, you ain't never lie
When the heat wave high everybody gotta die

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 gonna tell
Fatal' will help him write his raps in braille
Black Child is black-mail, Rule is crack sales
"IG" nigga the boss of all bosses
Making money off a 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 y'all dying when the iron starts 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 y'all niggas a half a clip a piece


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 bandanna and pack gun's nigga

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 duck sauce
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

[Chorus: x2]

50 Cent is that what this is all about?
Two punk ass mothafucker

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