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Things Change (ft. Spider Loc & Lloyd Banks)

N**** things, change, dem stay the same

Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder

I put that work in to win, no problem

N**** things, change, dem stay the same

Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder

I put that work in to win, no problemAll money ain't good money, this I know

But I still love hood money, I gets my dough

And as a youngster, a n**** went to so much church

And still turned out f***ed up, I did so much dirtChose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work

Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt

On every thang that boy wasn't gunned on purpose

Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surfaceI was stuck on that bulls***, just runnin' the streets

Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete

It's like a n**** feel better after dumpin' his heat

On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seatWas like a whole nother rush to me, bustin' was sweet

Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin' to eat

I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month' in a suite

But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat, let's goN**** things, change, dem stay the same

Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder

I put that work in to win, no problem

N**** things, change, dem stay the same

Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder

I put that work in to win, no problemYeah, now walkin' down the block without ya weapon

Is a first cla** ticket to a lesson

I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection

That's why I bring the Benz to impress him[Unverified] my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones

'Cause he yappin' off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong

'Cause he ain't never gon' be s*** and I done worked so hard

But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin' for GodEither that or rob you on your boulevard

Bet you never thought for a second, n****z'd pull your card God

I'm on my job, scarred since my n**** gone

HP tatted on me so his memory lives onEngagin' in drama without your bomber'll

Be funeral arrangements for your momma

I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin' Michael and Madonna

Now I got the appetite of a piranha, n****N**** things, change, dem stay the same

Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder

I put that work in to win, no problem

N**** things, change, dem stay the same

Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder

I put that work in to win, no problemWhat nobody knows, all the roads you go through

You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you

Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs

Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?That's when you find yourself talkin' to Pro Tools

There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes

Or tell the tale that my heart contains

I explain, so many different parts of painI'm clean but still some marks remain

From the past when that kush weed sparks the brain

The cash made some people start to change

I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the RangeYour damn right I got rich but my heart the same

And practice makes perfect with the art of aim

You ain't really got the heart to bang

You ain't start to hang 'til you found out I caught the chainN**** things, change, dem stay the same

Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder

I put that work in to win, no problem

N**** things, change, dem stay the same

Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder

I put that work in to win, no problem

Songwriters

Jackson, Curtis James / Clervoix, Michael J / Lloyd, Christopher Charles / Smith, Robert Brandon / Williams, Curtis Norvell / Prosper, Derick APublished by

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