[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
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First off fuck the snitch and the unit he claim
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Fuck Dre partial, and eminem
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Plus the world heard it before, they tired of them
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And they waiting for that thug shit from Rule' again
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And Proof can bomb Proof your hummer then
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Put a vest on yourself and your child-ren
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Teach ya to be scared of death of them muderin'
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Niggaz that like to put holes through chins'
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In case y'all don't know about my savages
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They'll kidnap you kid's, throw em over a bridge
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Got em'reminiscing to N-O-T-O-R-I-O-U-S
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you just lay down slow
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I blaze out in the six while letting the fifth go
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I think "Big" as if I was wanted on death row
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We tha world famous, murder inc we infamious
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Fo' making bangers, and bangin' hammers, shit
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[Chorus - Ja Rule And Black Child]
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[Ja] Change Gon' Come
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[Black] I ain't gonna lie when the heat wave high everbody gotta die
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[Ja] Change Gon' Come
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[Black] You better believe it, we stoppin' niggaz from breathin, poppin niggaz then leavin'
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[Ja] Change Gon' Come
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[Black] One way or another, we gangsta's from the gutta, we'll shoot ya then cut cha'
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[Ja] Change Gon' Come
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[Black] Ja, you ain't never lie when the heat wave high everybody gotta die
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[Verse 2: Black Child]
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As I sit back relax, cuttin' crack loadin' gats
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I think about these sexy rappers that I wanna clap
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I'll probably go to jail fo' sending "50" to hell
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If I lay banks down yayo going tell
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Fatal' will help him write his raps in brown
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Black Child is Black now, Rule is crack sells
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"IG" nigga the boss of all bosses
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making money off music, murder, and torture
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Who got what it cost for a coffin
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Nigga you a dead man walking, this is extortion
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We organized crime everybody's crying
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While all of ya'll dying when the ian's stary flyin'
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Down the public, wanna polly about peace
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Well fuck peace cause this nigga half police
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And Black child is half man half beast
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And I'm a give all ya'll niggaz a half a clip a piece
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Young Merc]
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It's time to address the public
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niggaz is frontin like when we see them we ain't dumpin'
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Shot's tryin lay something down, homie it's nothin'
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When you dealin' with real gangstas
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that a pop and erase ya, my dog's ain't playin man
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Whenever we see you we leaving you there
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And ain't no aftermath after these shot's flare
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Nigga we get it poppin' bang like crip's and blood's
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And ain't shit change
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I still keep a bandana and pack gun's nigga
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[Verse 4: D.O. Cannons]
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You better watch you mouth, fo' I rip yo face off
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And everybody you wit gonna jet the fuck off
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You's ain't gangsta, you sweet as ducksauce
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D' plays no games, pop the fuck off
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O' you want war, everybody gon get clipped the fuck off
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everybody know you block is buzzed off
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We got big ball's, pay off ten fo' walk with the fifth ball
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Bangin on Crenshaw
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[Chorus X2]
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50 Cent? is that what this is all about?
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2 punk ass motherfuckin quarters!
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Things Gon' Change / 2 Punk Ass Quarters [Skit]
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| Ja Rule |
