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Things Changed

50 Cent feat. Spider Loc & Lloyd Banks
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Things, change, them stay the same Now watch me come up, I hustle I hustle even harder, I put that work in to win, no problem Things, change, them stay the same Now watch me come up, I hustle I hustle even harder, I put that work in to 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 youngsta, 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 moms so much hurt On everythang, that part wasn't done on purpose Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface I was stuck on that bullshit, just running the streets Without some type of beef, the week wasn't complete It's like a nigga felt 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 something to eat I'm on the road, spend 30 days, a month in the suite But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat, let's go Things, change, them stay the same Now watch me come up, I hustle I hustle even harder, I put that work in to win, no problem Things, change, them stay the same Now watch me come up, I hustle I hustle even harder, I put that work in to win, no problem Now walkin' down the block without your Weapon is a first class ticket to a lesson I turns cash, kick it to perfection, me and Ben got a connection That's why I bring the Benz out to impress 'em Caught in my zone, all alone, holmes rattlin' my bones Cause he yappin' off his lips, and if I hit him I'd be wrong Cause he ain't never gon' be dope, I don't work so hard But I will make you a corner to carve, you'll be performing for God Either that or robbed on your boulevard Bet you never thought for a second a nigga could pull your card, God I'm on my job, star, cause my niggas gone H.B. tatted on me so his memory lives on Engagin' in drama without your pistol It be funeral arrangements for your mama I learned that when I was in pajamas, watchin' Michael and Madonna Now I got the appetite of a piranha Things, change, them stay the same Now watch me come up, I hustle I hustle even harder, I put that work in to win, no problem Things, change, them stay the same Now watch me come up, I hustle I hustle even harder, I put that work in to win, no problem Well nobody knows all the woes that 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 It's not many that ever walk in the loc's 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 cocaine sparks the brain The cash made some people start to change I felt hate when I pulled up and parked the Range You 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 Things, change, them stay the same Now watch me come up, I hustle I hustle even harder, I put that work in to win, no problem Things, change, them stay the same Now watch me come up, I hustle I hustle even harder, I put that work in to win, no problem