Things Change (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