Things Gon' Change / 2 Punk Ass Quarters [skit] Lyrics - Ja Rule

[Verse 1: Ja Rule] 

First off fuck the snitch and the 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 

Teach ya to be scared of death of them muderin' 

Niggaz that like to put holes through chins' 

In case y'all don't know about my savages 

They'll kidnap you kid's, 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 tha world famous, murder inc we infamious 

Fo' making bangers, and bangin' hammers, shit 

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[Chorus - Ja Rule And Black Child] 

[Ja] Change Gon' Come 

[Black] I ain't gonna lie when the heat wave high everbody gotta die 

[Ja] Change Gon' Come 

[Black] You better believe it, we stoppin' niggaz from breathin, poppin niggaz then leavin' 

[Ja] Change Gon' Come 

[Black] One way or another, we gangsta's from the gutta, we'll shoot ya then cut cha' 

[Ja] Change Gon' Come 

[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 sexy rappers that I wanna clap 

I'll probably go to jail fo' sending "50" to hell 

If I lay banks down yayo going tell 

Fatal' will help him write his raps in brown 

Black Child is Black now, Rule is crack sells 

"IG" nigga the boss of all bosses 

making money off 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 ya'll dying when the ian's stary 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 ya'll niggaz a half a clip a piece 

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[Chorus] 

[Verse 3: Young Merc] 

It's time to address the public 

niggaz 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 after these shot's flare 

Nigga we get it poppin' bang like crip's and blood's 

And ain't shit change 

I still keep a bandana and pack gun's nigga 

[Verse 4: D.O. Cannons] 

You better watch you mouth, fo' I rip yo face off 

And everybody you wit gonna jet the fuck off 

You's ain't gangsta, you sweet as ducksauce 

D' plays no games, pop the fuck off 

O' you want war, everybody gon 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? 

2 punk ass motherfuckin quarters!