Letra de Things Change de 50 CentLetras de Canciones

Letra 'Things Change'

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
Nigga things, change, dem stay the same
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem

[Spider Loc]
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

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
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 to impress him
{?}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
Engagin in 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

[Chorus]

[Spider Loc]
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
Your 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

[Chorus]