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Les paroles de Things Change
| | | Artiste: | 50 Cent |
| | Album: | Get Rich Or Die Tryin' (Soundtrack) (2005) | | Titre: | Things Change | | | | Date d'ajout: | 24/02/2008 | | Vues: | 383 fois | | | | Paroles: | (feat. Spider Loc & Lloyd Banks)
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
Nigga 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
[Spider Loc]
All money ain't good money, this I know
But I still love hood money, I
gets my dough
And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church
And still turned out fucked up, I
did so much dirt
Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work
Did a whole lot of time,
caused mom so much hurt
On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose
Who knew that all my
darkness was really gon' surface
I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets
Without
some type of beef the week wasn't complete
It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat
On
feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat
Was 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 go
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, uhh, now
walkin down the block without'cha weapon
is a first class 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
{?} 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 shit, and I done worked so hard
But I will make you a corn on
the cob, you'll be performin for God
Either that or rob you on your boulevard
Bet you never
thought for a second niggaz'd pull your card God
I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone
HP
tatted on me so his memory lives on
Engagin 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 pirahna, nigga
[Chorus]
[Spider Loc]
What 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 pain
I'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 Range
Your 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 chain
[Chorus] | | | |
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