Things Change - Spider Loc/50 Cent.mp3

[00:10.35]Bitch things, change, them stay the same
[00:20.64]Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
[00:24.33]I put that work in to win, no problem
[00:26.40][Spider Loc]
[00:26.88]All money ain't good money, this I know
[00:29.58]But I still love hood money, I gets my dough
[00:32.31]And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church
[00:34.92]And still turned out ****ed up, I did so much dirt
[00:37.71]Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work
[00:40.41]Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt
[00:43.14]On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose
[00:45.90]Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface
[00:48.69]I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets
[00:51.12]Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete
[00:54.00]It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat
[00:56.64]On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat
[00:59.31]Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet
[01:02.22]Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat
[01:04.80]I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite
[01:07.65]But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go
[01:10.23][Chorus]
[01:24.33][Lloyd Banks]
[01:27.45]Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon
[01:34.95]is a first class ticket to a lesson
[01:37.17]I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection
[01:40.56]That's why I bring the Benz to impress him
[01:42.99]{?} my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones
[01:45.81]Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong
[01:48.48]Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard
[01:51.18]But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God
[01:54.72]Either that or rob you on your boulevard
[01:56.73]Bet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God
[02:00.00]I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone
[02:02.13]HP tatted on me so his memory lives on
[02:05.79]Engagin in drama without your bomber'll
[02:07.71]be funeral arrangements for your momma
[02:09.93]I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna
[02:13.05]Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga
[02:15.45][Chorus]
[02:23.61][Spider Loc]
[02:37.98]What nobody knows, all the roads you go through
[02:40.44]You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you
[02:43.56]Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs
[02:46.47]Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?
[02:49.02]That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools
[02:51.54]There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes
[02:54.42]Or tell the tale that my heart contains
[02:56.64]I explain, so many different parts of pain
[02:59.40]I'm clean, but still some marks remain
[03:01.83]From the past, when that kush shit sparks the brain
[03:04.89]The cash made some people start to change
[03:07.53]I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range
[03:10.20]Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same
[03:13.11]And practice makes perfect with the art of aim
[03:15.63]You ain't really got the heart to bang
[03:17.76]You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain
[03:26.85][Chorus]