Sunz Of Man - People Change (feat. MC Eiht & Madam D) lyrics

(feat. MC Eiht & Madam D) "I don't, I don't, I don't mind" [Madam D] I don't, I don't, I don't, I don', I don't mind [60 Second Assa**in] I don't f** with b**hes, hoes or scavs I don't f** with d**, puff the 'erb, and I'm baaaaad The game we play, I'm playin' for keeps Cuz the only thing that comes is sleep, and a dream [Prodigal Sunn] Yo A young thorough-bred escape from jail Plans to get money instead Paid my dues, used my head Lose the feds, it be these streets that made me bled Wise enough 'til the game remain Rhymes the same, many dead for the love of fame Drugs in veins, and loyal Heart of a king help me maintain Sustain, gain credit Build like a city of ants Stay pretty with the four nick-ey Move swiftly through the black jungle Muscle, every-day hustle Cherish the wisdom of my team, knowledge avoid trouble And lord knows y'all, I paid the price Sacrifice, gave advice, saved my life, I think it's twice Move precise, remember momma cryin' the blues Pop hustlin', we needed food, clothes, shoes, old news Became extravagant to the ear The same slang of the thang crystal-clear You know why? [Hook : Madam D] People change, money exchange It's not a game Players in vain Riches and fame People change [Hell Razah] We grew up around coke-pushers Dope fiends, lies and hookers Locked in a jail where the cops put us My grand-pops was a South-cooker Turkey wings, cauli' greens Corn-bread, macaroni and cheese On the corner dice games over liquor and weed Thieves wait for you to win So they can stick you and leave Blue-bird got tricks in his sleeve City under siege Shots get fired first, then they'll yell "Freeze!" In apartment 2G, my moms was a father to me Watchin' Good Times on the black and white TV Five of us comin' up, I was probably three Prophecies, jail or d**h was a promise to me Mama said "don't be lazy son, ain't nothing for free Money coming nowadays, it don't grow on a tree" [Hook] [MC Eiht] O.G.s taught me the game in hard times Late-night on the block, with nickles and dimes Travel in your own circle of friends And try to stack more paper before you start to spend The life I seen, the hood is so mean Like a real bad dream tryin' to pick up CREAM Mama cryin' at night, but in the day she smiles While her son in the streets tryin' to avoid the trials Miles away, tryin' to bring paper home Thinkin' maybe it could change one day This Sun of a Man and Man I had a Sun So we can walk high without biting his tongue, g-yeah [Outro : 60 Second Assa**in *Madam D harmonising* (Madam D)] This is 60 Sec' Assa**in, a.k.a Black Satin Came up when times was hard Where whoever made it in the hood, we'd take it We would rob 'em tinted and go to his man While tellin' him his man ain't sh** The weed game was in a smash While we snort everything a brother had Soon learned to make somethin' outta nothin' I don't f** with b**hes, ho's or skags I mean we had sh** locked, within 20 different blocks Not jus' talkin' 'bout silver plates With no more to say, without feelin' the rest of my trade It was my knowledge of myself that made me sane I bet anyone who could show, k** or rob would take what was his I came up hard (Oh child things are gonna get easier)