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Richie Rich - Niggas Done Changed lyrics
featuring 2Pac Ah me and my nigga 2Pac Finna do what we do Understand this 'Cuz it's way understandable Niggas done changed main You know they done changed they done changed! Check this out [Richie Rich] A tisket a tasket my callico made to blast it And niggas don't make it home when fuckin' with my dome In my zone niggas be gettin' pepper sprayed down Drinkin' with all the boys done got that heffer laid down And it hurts, but don't nothin' change, it's all the same That's why I come real 'cuz I'm so heavy off in this game I been there, been taught that, niggas screamin' "Caught that!" Standin' there with them niggas a hand fulla game and believe he bought that Niggas here, the game is to be sold not told Ain't no new jack nigga just gon' jump in this ol' shit, and ride on gold Unh-uh, naw, nigga gotta pay some dues Nigga gotta feel some blues See what it feel like to lose 200 bundles, 400 bundles, fuck it, a G 'bout to cook shop, find out you really ain't got no d You's imaginin' shit, and havin' money punk is real Don't be the first to get checked Nigga betta retrospect [2pac] No more regular rappin' Dare me to cap 'em and watch me blast These niggas be actin' for the simple fact, playa im'a mash I lash on my enemies for multiple centuries Forcin' my adversaries to bleed when they seein' me Though east coast born, I'm west coast raised Sent so much dick throughout the click that now they Deathrow slaves Father forgive me for thug livin', I'm through with this drug dealin' I leave with the click and all the niggas that love prison Brothas be ballin', bitch if need me, call I open fire on muthafuckas and murder 'em all Me Mr. Makaveli, plus I'm bustin' fuck what they tell me I'm makin' these niggas hop on they toes, it happen daily I been shot and murdered, can tell you how it happened word for word But best belive, that niggas gon' get what they deserve In the same way, God bless my breakas game pays Gettin' cash and ass for days Now niggas done changed Chorus[Richie Rich & 2pac] The game is to be sold, not told Still heavy in this game Niggas done changed, it ain't the same We been handlin' our business for years Gettin' respect from all our peers While most of our niggas incarcerated, doin' years Bitches is tricky, niggas is snitchy While playas improve and move positions Niggas done changed [Richie Rich] Call on my real nigga, when it's time to bring the heat Suburban's servin' hella deep down your street Leave your trash can 'cuz it'll be clean when we sweep Let's duff these niggas and hit they ass with some heat Blow they chest up, 'cuz they hatin' and segregatin' Niggas crossin' lanes, it's time to blow your brains Before I shot this nigga, I heard him scream one love (ONE LOVE!) Fifteen in the clip, I only used one slug [2pac] Hey! Now picture me rollin' Biggie Smalls got his eyes swollen My hands on my nuts, I gives a fuck, I'ma die holdin' 'em Makin' these hoes pause, while schemin' on no drawers' No money and ball, down to pussy, dick, and alcohol Picture me rollin' (what) corny hoes get they holes dug I might show 'em thug passion but I'll never show 'em love Can't hit me in combat, relentless when I ride Strategize on my enemies, plottin' till they die Ask me why I'm high, and my reply "Till the day I die" Don't wanna picture this cold world through sober eyes Thugs don't die we multiply Connect with the spirits of fallen homies and bustas, then we ride Suprise niggas when they seen us, they duck down (Hahahaha) 'cuz we anticipated endo and bust rounds Fuckin' clowns still watchin' clips of I Get Around Scream like a bitch when I beat 'em down Niggas done changed Chorus Outro[Richie Rich & 2pac] And they still changin'. Understand what I'm sayin? I don't understand that. Niggas done changed, muthafuckas gettin' 60 years for some bullshit. Nigga, naw what I mean? Niggas done changed. Ah, glad to have you back. That's right big buddy, 'cuz we ain't gon' never change. They my homie for a second but these muthafuckas ain't gonna never hold me down, baby. Check this out. Thug life, baby. Fo' sho'. Me and 'Pac. Now we got muthafuckas in the house, fool. With the nigga Rick Rock |
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