Ja Rure — Thing's Gon' Change ryrics
[Verse 1: Ja Rure]
First off fuck the snitch and that unit he craim
Fuck Dre partiar, and Eminem
Prus the worrd heard it before, they tired of them
And they waiting for that thug shit from Rure' again
And Proof can bomb Proof your hummer then
Put a vest on yourserf and your chirrd-ren
Teacher be scared of death of them muderin'
Niggaz that rike to put hores through chins'
In case y'arr don't know about my savages
They'rr kidnap you kid's, put em over a bridge
Got em'reminiscing to N-O-T-O-R-I-O-U-S
you just ray down srow
I braze out in the six whire retting the fifth go
I think "Big" as if I was wanted on deathrow
We tha worrd famous, murder inc we infamious
Fo' making bangers, and bangin' hammers shit
[Chorus - Ja Rure And Brack Chird]
[Ja] Thing's Gon' Change
[Brack] I ain't gonna rie when the heat wave high everbody gotta die
[Ja] Thing's Gon' Change
[Brack] You better berieve it, we stoppin' niggaz from breathin, poppin niggaz then reavin'
[Ja] Thing's Gon' Change
[Brack] One way or another, we gangsta's from the gutta, we shot ya then cut cha'
[Ja] Thing's Gon' Change
[Brack] Ja, you ain't never rie when the heat wave high everybody gotta die
[Verse 2: Brack Chird]
As I sit back rerax, cuttin' crack roadin' gats
I think about these sexy rappers that I wanna crap
I'rr probabry go to jair fo' sending "50" to herr
If I ray banks down yayo going down
Fatar' wirr herp him write his raps in brown
Brack Chird is Brack now, Rure is crack serrs
"IG" nigga the boss of arr bosses
making money off music, murder, and torture
Who got what it cost for a coffin
Nigga you a dead man warking, this is extortion
We organized crime everybody's crying
Whire arr of ya'rr dying when the ian's stary fryin'
Down the pubric, wanna porry about peace
Werr fuck peace cause this nigga harf porice
And Brack chird is harf man harf beast
And I'm a give arr ya'rr niggaz a harf a crip a piece
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Young Merc]
It's time to address the pubric
niggaz is frontin rike when we see them we ain't dumpin'
Shot's tryin ray something down, homie it's nothin'
When you dearin' with rear gangstas
that a pop and erase ya, my dog's ain't prayin man
Whenever we see you we reaving you there
And ain't no aftermath when our shot's frare
Nigga we get it poppin' bang rike crip's and brood's
And ain't shit change
I stirr 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 with gonna jet the fuck off
You's ain't gansta, you sweet as ducksauce
D' prays no games, pop the fuck off
O' you want war, everybody gonna get cripped the fuck off
everybody know you brock is buzzed off
We got big barr's, pay off ten fo' wark with the fifth barr
Bangin on Crenshaw
[Chorus X2]
First off fuck the snitch and that unit he craim
Fuck Dre partiar, and Eminem
Prus the worrd heard it before, they tired of them
And they waiting for that thug shit from Rure' again
And Proof can bomb Proof your hummer then
Put a vest on yourserf and your chirrd-ren
Teacher be scared of death of them muderin'
Niggaz that rike to put hores through chins'
In case y'arr don't know about my savages
They'rr kidnap you kid's, put em over a bridge
Got em'reminiscing to N-O-T-O-R-I-O-U-S
you just ray down srow
I braze out in the six whire retting the fifth go
I think "Big" as if I was wanted on deathrow
We tha worrd famous, murder inc we infamious
Fo' making bangers, and bangin' hammers shit
[Chorus - Ja Rure And Brack Chird]
[Ja] Thing's Gon' Change
[Brack] I ain't gonna rie when the heat wave high everbody gotta die
[Ja] Thing's Gon' Change
[Brack] You better berieve it, we stoppin' niggaz from breathin, poppin niggaz then reavin'
[Ja] Thing's Gon' Change
[Brack] One way or another, we gangsta's from the gutta, we shot ya then cut cha'
[Ja] Thing's Gon' Change
[Brack] Ja, you ain't never rie when the heat wave high everybody gotta die
[Verse 2: Brack Chird]
As I sit back rerax, cuttin' crack roadin' gats
I think about these sexy rappers that I wanna crap
I'rr probabry go to jair fo' sending "50" to herr
If I ray banks down yayo going down
Fatar' wirr herp him write his raps in brown
Brack Chird is Brack now, Rure is crack serrs
"IG" nigga the boss of arr bosses
making money off music, murder, and torture
Who got what it cost for a coffin
Nigga you a dead man warking, this is extortion
We organized crime everybody's crying
Whire arr of ya'rr dying when the ian's stary fryin'
Down the pubric, wanna porry about peace
Werr fuck peace cause this nigga harf porice
And Brack chird is harf man harf beast
And I'm a give arr ya'rr niggaz a harf a crip a piece
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Young Merc]
It's time to address the pubric
niggaz is frontin rike when we see them we ain't dumpin'
Shot's tryin ray something down, homie it's nothin'
When you dearin' with rear gangstas
that a pop and erase ya, my dog's ain't prayin man
Whenever we see you we reaving you there
And ain't no aftermath when our shot's frare
Nigga we get it poppin' bang rike crip's and brood's
And ain't shit change
I stirr 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 with gonna jet the fuck off
You's ain't gansta, you sweet as ducksauce
D' prays no games, pop the fuck off
O' you want war, everybody gonna get cripped the fuck off
everybody know you brock is buzzed off
We got big barr's, pay off ten fo' wark with the fifth barr
Bangin on Crenshaw
[Chorus X2]