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lord gary - times have changed lyrics

[verse 1: youngin]

i grew up on the wild side, the northeast, d.c. side
i guarantee when it goes down we be live
and we’ll be ready to ride quickly
you better hide or you gon’ die swiftly
n-ggas ducking them boys in blue ’cause they know their whole name
and they got their pictures and sh-t, playing games like it’s sweet
these streets ain’t nothing to f-ck around with
ask all my n-ggas down with me
they on them segways cruising through got everybody knicked
they driving anything now not just a ‘vic
but we don’t give a sh-t, ’cause we gon’ get it in when the battles on
and leave a n-ggas stomach empty faster than ramadan
eating chicken and french fries with mumbo sauce from mama son
i’m sh-tting on the mic it’s on
so i don’t call the booth “the booth” i call it the jon
before i leave i’m flushing you out the game be warned, come on

[hook: youngin]

it’s not a game dog, times have changed dog
you need to stop with all them petty -ss games dog
just focus on you, get money, and f-ck the next man
(just focus on you, get money, and f-ck the next man)
it’s not the same now, times are different now
you need to grow up and stop bullsh-tting now
just focus on you, get money, and f-ck the next man
(just focus on you, get money, and f-ck the next man)

[verse 2: youngin]

black power must have died in the 70’s
’cause now days we don’t give a f-ck what you trying to preach
we arrogant n-ggas and we gon’ do it our way
if a n-gga step up it ain’t no time to shy away
he’ll f-ck around and be the one to introduce you to your maker
if you snitching hide as far as jamaica
’cause if i get clamped because a n-gga flapping his trap
i bet a mil’ n-ggas put him where he not coming back
and h-ll is hot but earth is worse, we signed that application at birth
to suffer through it ’cause we want all the perks
the p-ssy, power and money to get the clothes, the jewels and all the shoes
to appear fresh when we slide through
but if you get to fresh then say goodbye to the rules
we’ll strip your -ss naked like you’re erykah badu, yeah
and if you coming to fake pal, here go the tec 9
ch-ch-pow, move from the gate now

[hook]

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