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ja rule – things gon’ change lyrics

[verse 1: ja rule]
first off, f-ck the snitch and that unit he claim
f-ck dre partial, and eminem
plus the world heard it before, they tired of them
and they waitin’ for that thug sh-t 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’
n-ggas 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 sh-t

[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-ggas from breathin, poppin n-ggas 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-xy rappers that i wanna clap
i’ll probably go to jail fo’ sending “50” to h-ll
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-gga the boss of all bosses
making money off music, murder, and torture
who got what it cost for a coffin
n-gga 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-ck peace cause this n-gga half police
and black child is half man half beast
and i’m a give all ya’ll n-ggas a half a clip a piece

[chrous]

[verse 3: young merc]
it’s time to address the public
n-ggas 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-gga we get it poppin’ bang like crip’s and blood’s
and ain’t sh-t change
i still keep a bandana and pack gun’s n-gga

[verse 4: d.o. cannons]
you better watch you mouth, fo’ i rip yo face off
and everybody you with gonna jet the f-ck off
you’s ain’t gansta, you sweet as ducksauce
d’ plays no games, pop the f-ck off
o’ you want war, everybody gonna get clipped the f-ck 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]

[black child outro]
50 cent is that what’s it all about?
two punk -ss motherf-cking quarters

- ja rule lyrics

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