Things Change Lyrics & Chords By Spider Loc Feat. 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks

Nigga things change, dem stay the same
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
I put that work into win, no problem
Nigga things change, dem stay the same
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
I put that work into win, no problem
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
Nigga things change, dem stay the same
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
I put that work into win, no problem
Nigga things change, dem stay the same
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
I put that work into win, no problem
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 out to impress him
in 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
Engaged in a 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
Nigga things change, dem stay the same
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
I put that work into win, no problem
Nigga things change, dem stay the same
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
I put that work into win, no problem
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
You're 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
Nigga things change, dem stay the same
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
I put that work into win, no problem
Nigga things change, dem stay the same
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
I put that work into win, no problem