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