Richie Rich - n***as Done Changed lyrics

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Richie Rich - n***as Done Changed lyrics

Ah me and my n***a 2Pac Finna do what we do Understand this 'cause it's way understandable n***as 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 n***as don't make it home when f**in' with my dome In my zone n***as 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 'cause I'm so heavy off in this game I been there, been taught that, n***as screamin' "Caught that!" Standin' there with them n***as a hand fulla game and believe he bought that n***as here, the game is to be sold not told Ain't no new jack n***a just gon' jump in this ol' sh**, and ride on gold Unh-uh, naw, n***a gotta pay some dues n***a gotta feel some blues See what it feel like to lose 200 bundles, 400 bundles, f** it, a G 'bout to cook shop, find out you really ain't got no d You's imaginin' sh**, and havin' money punk is real Don't be the first to get checked n***a betta retrospect [2pac] No more regular rappin' Dare me to cap 'em and watch me blast These n***as be actin' for the simple fact, playa I'm'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 d**hrow slaves Father forgive me for thug livin', I'm through with this drug dealin' I leave with the click and all the n***as that love prison Brothas be ballin', b**h if need me, call I open fire on muthaf**as and murder 'em all Me Mr. Makaveli, plus I'm bustin' f** what they tell me I'm makin' these n***as 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 n***as gon' get what they deserve In the same way, God bless my breakas game pays Gettin' cash and a** for days Now n***as done changed Chorus[Richie Rich & 2pac] The game is to be sold, not told Still heavy in this game n***as done changed, it ain't the same We been handlin' our business for years Gettin' respect from all our peers While most of our n***as incarcerated, doin' years b**hes is tricky, n***as is snitchy While playas improve and move positions n***as done changed [Richie Rich] Call on my real n***a, when it's time to bring the heat Suburban's servin' hella deep down your street Leave your trash can 'cause it'll be clean when we sweep Let's duff these n***as and hit they a** with some heat Blow they chest up, 'cause they hatin' and segregatin' n***as crossin' lanes, it's time to blow your brains Before I shot this n***a, 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 f**, I'ma die holdin' 'em Makin' these hoes pause, while schemin' on no drawers' No money and ball, down to p**y, dick, and alcohol Picture me rollin' (what) corny hoes get they holes dug I might show 'em thug pa**ion 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 want to 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 surprise n***as when they seen us, they duck down (Hahahaha) 'cause we anticipated endo and bust rounds f**in' clowns still watchin' clips of I Get Around Scream like a b**h when I beat 'em down n***as done changed Chorus Outro[Richie Rich & 2pac] And they still changin'. Understand what I'm sayin? I don't understand that. n***as done changed, muthaf**as gettin' 60 years for some bullsh**. n***a, naw what I mean? n***as done changed. Ah, glad to have you back. That's right big buddy, 'cause we ain't gon' never change. They my homie for a second but these muthaf**as ain't gonna never hold me down, baby. Check this out. Thug life, baby. Fo' sho'. Me and 'Pac. Now we got muthaf**as in the house, fool. With the n***a Rick Rock.

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