and sleeps with black cats Some people never change, they just stay the same way Some people never change, they just stay the same way (x3) Change, Change, Change
ladders and sleeps with black cats Some people never change, they just stay the same way Some people never change, they just stay the same way (x3) Change, Change, Change
had a job but my rent got paid I handled any beef that they sent my way So send me to the pen but you know I won't change It's thug in my veins I'm loyal
of Heaven Satanic underground Death metal rap Progressive verbal shredding South of Heaven Street shit You know the steelo I'll be stabbing you in the jugular vein
records That's why I'm back up at the Superbowl - with Julius Peppers I got that cain't stop, won't stop, in my veins That's why they cain't stop, won
Shit did change course since rippin it with Main Source Nine-one, nine-two, time flew Out of the blue, time for a new young king to rule Younger frame
So watch what ya step When ya run from the gunfire of Glocks and Tech's Specials and Pumps, Vests is for chumps Eat ya chests for lunch, munch Young country
were Brigid and Billy playing. And under the stair case was a little meadow sort of like the park at 23rd street where all the young kids go and play
Guana Chest dripping with jewels, one hell of a rhymer Study lessons in Athena, building with an old timer So I, always been wise ever since a young
Malcolm X, Malcolm X Thats the battle between god and devil Gonna be free Take the devil off your plane Take him off your mental mentality Take him off your brain Make a change
hand off my jeans Er'body look at you strange, say you changed Like you work that hard to stay the same Uh Game stays the same, the name changes So it
bacon and anyway There were brigid and billy playing And under the stair case Was a little meadow sort of like the park at 23rd street Where all the young
understand, I got the world in my two hands Hey man, I'm never going back, never going back No shame, blood in my veins, I got one life and it won't change
the stats of a hall of famer - in just two records That's why I'm back up at the Superbowl - with Julius Peppers I got that cain't stop, won't stop, in my veins
Stay real for life, roll down south For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd My alias is that Go-Hard-Mexican Flowin' through your veins like medicine
live like a lane So it's back to pistols and cane Plotting on licks hitting stains The mob life runs through my veins It's too late for me to change
