[{"id":1034028,"name":"Things Change","trackName":"Things Change","artistName":"Spider Loc","albumName":"Get Rich or Die Tryin' (Music from and Inspired by the Motion Picture)","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nigga things, change, never stay the same\nNow watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\nI put that work in to win, no problem\n\nAll money ain't good money, this I know\nBut I still love hood money, I gets my dough\nAnd as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church\nAnd still turned out fucked up, I did so much dirt\nChose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work\nDid a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt\nOn everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose\nWho knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface\nI was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets\nWithout some type of beef the week wasn't complete\nIt's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat\nOn feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat\nWas like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet\nNow I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat\nI'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite\nBut I'm still gon' hustle and cheat, let's go\n\nYeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon\nIs a first class ticket to a lesson\nI thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Ben got a connection\nThat's why I bring the Benz to impress him\nHeart in my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones\nCause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong\nCause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard\nBut I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God\nEither that or rob you on your boulevard\nBet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God\nI'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone\nHP tatted on me so his memory lives on\nEngagin in drama without your bomber'll\nBe funeral arrangements for your mama\nI learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna\nNow I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga\n\nWhat nobody knows, all the roads you go through\nYou can't even talk to those that supposedly know you\nSome of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs\nDamn, tell me, is this what that dough do?\nThat's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools\nThere's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes\nOr tell the tale that my heart contains\nI explain, so many different parts of pain\nI'm clean, but still some marks remain\nFrom the past, when that kush weed sparks the brain\nThe cash made some people start to change\nI feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range\nYour damn right I got rich, but my heart the same\nAnd practice makes perfect with the art of aim\nYou ain't really got the heart to bang\nYou ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Things Change\n  artist: Spider Loc\n  album: Get Rich or Die Tryin' (Music from and Inspired by the Motion Picture)\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nigga things, change, never stay the same\n  Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\n  I put that work in to win, no problem\n\n  All money ain't good money, this I know\n  But I still love hood money, I gets my dough\n  And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church\n  And still turned out fucked up, I did so much dirt\n  Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work\n  Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt\n  On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose\n  Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface\n  I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets\n  Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete\n  It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat\n  On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat\n  Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet\n  Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat\n  I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite\n  But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat, let's go\n\n  Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon\n  Is a first class ticket to a lesson\n  I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Ben got a connection\n  That's why I bring the Benz to impress him\n  Heart in my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones\n  Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong\n  Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard\n  But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God\n  Either that or rob you on your boulevard\n  Bet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God\n  I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone\n  HP tatted on me so his memory lives on\n  Engagin in drama without your bomber'll\n  Be funeral arrangements for your mama\n  I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna\n  Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga\n\n  What nobody knows, all the roads you go through\n  You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you\n  Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs\n  Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?\n  That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools\n  There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes\n  Or tell the tale that my heart contains\n  I explain, so many different parts of pain\n  I'm clean, but still some marks remain\n  From the past, when that kush weed sparks the brain\n  The cash made some people start to change\n  I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range\n  Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same\n  And practice makes perfect with the art of aim\n  You ain't really got the heart to bang\n  You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain\n"},{"id":19582749,"name":"Things Change","trackName":"Things Change","artistName":"Spider Loc","albumName":"Get Rich Or Die Tryin' [Soundtrack]","duration":239.606712,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nigga things, change, never stay the same\nNow watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\nI put that work in to win, no problem\n\nAll money ain't good money, this I know\nBut I still love hood money, I gets my dough\nAnd as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church\nAnd still turned out fucked up, I did so much dirt\nChose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work\nDid a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt\nOn everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose\nWho knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface\nI was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets\nWithout some type of beef the week wasn't complete\nIt's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat\nOn feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat\nWas like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet\nNow I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat\nI'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite\nBut I'm still gon' hustle and cheat, let's go\n\nYeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon\nIs a first class ticket to a lesson\nI thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Ben got a connection\nThat's why I bring the Benz to impress him\nHeart in my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones\nCause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong\nCause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard\nBut I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God\nEither that or rob you on your boulevard\nBet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God\nI'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone\nHP tatted on me so his memory lives on\nEngagin in drama without your bomber'll\nBe funeral arrangements for your mama\nI learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna\nNow I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga\n\nWhat nobody knows, all the roads you go through\nYou can't even talk to those that supposedly know you\nSome of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs\nDamn, tell me, is this what that dough do?\nThat's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools\nThere's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes\nOr tell the tale that my heart contains\nI explain, so many different parts of pain\nI'm clean, but still some marks remain\nFrom the past, when that kush weed sparks the brain\nThe cash made some people start to change\nI feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range\nYour damn right I got rich, but my heart the same\nAnd practice makes perfect with the art of aim\nYou ain't really got the heart to bang\nYou ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Things Change\n  artist: Spider Loc\n  album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin' [Soundtrack]\n  duration_ms: 239607\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nigga things, change, never stay the same\n  Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\n  I put that work in to win, no problem\n\n  All money ain't good money, this I know\n  But I still love hood money, I gets my dough\n  And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church\n  And still turned out fucked up, I did so much dirt\n  Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work\n  Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt\n  On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose\n  Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface\n  I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets\n  Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete\n  It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat\n  On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat\n  Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet\n  Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat\n  I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite\n  But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat, let's go\n\n  Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon\n  Is a first class ticket to a lesson\n  I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Ben got a connection\n  That's why I bring the Benz to impress him\n  Heart in my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones\n  Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong\n  Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard\n  But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God\n  Either that or rob you on your boulevard\n  Bet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God\n  I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone\n  HP tatted on me so his memory lives on\n  Engagin in drama without your bomber'll\n  Be funeral arrangements for your mama\n  I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna\n  Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga\n\n  What nobody knows, all the roads you go through\n  You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you\n  Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs\n  Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?\n  That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools\n  There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes\n  Or tell the tale that my heart contains\n  I explain, so many different parts of pain\n  I'm clean, but still some marks remain\n  From the past, when that kush weed sparks the brain\n  The cash made some people start to change\n  I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range\n  Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same\n  And practice makes perfect with the art of aim\n  You ain't really got the heart to bang\n  You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain\n"},{"id":17909800,"name":"Things Change","trackName":"Things Change","artistName":"Spider Loc","albumName":"Get Rich Or Die Tryin'","duration":239.606712,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nigga things, change, never stay the same\nNow watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\nI put that work in to win, no problem\n\nAll money ain't good money, this I know\nBut I still love hood money, I gets my dough\nAnd as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church\nAnd still turned out fucked up, I did so much dirt\nChose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work\nDid a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt\nOn everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose\nWho knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface\nI was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets\nWithout some type of beef the week wasn't complete\nIt's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat\nOn feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat\nWas like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet\nNow I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat\nI'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite\nBut I'm still gon' hustle and cheat, let's go\n\nYeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon\nIs a first class ticket to a lesson\nI thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Ben got a connection\nThat's why I bring the Benz to impress him\nHeart in my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones\nCause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong\nCause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard\nBut I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God\nEither that or rob you on your boulevard\nBet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God\nI'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone\nHP tatted on me so his memory lives on\nEngagin in drama without your bomber'll\nBe funeral arrangements for your mama\nI learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna\nNow I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga\n\nWhat nobody knows, all the roads you go through\nYou can't even talk to those that supposedly know you\nSome of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs\nDamn, tell me, is this what that dough do?\nThat's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools\nThere's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes\nOr tell the tale that my heart contains\nI explain, so many different parts of pain\nI'm clean, but still some marks remain\nFrom the past, when that kush weed sparks the brain\nThe cash made some people start to change\nI feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range\nYour damn right I got rich, but my heart the same\nAnd practice makes perfect with the art of aim\nYou ain't really got the heart to bang\nYou ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Things Change\n  artist: Spider Loc\n  album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin'\n  duration_ms: 239607\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nigga things, change, never stay the same\n  Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\n  I put that work in to win, no problem\n\n  All money ain't good money, this I know\n  But I still love hood money, I gets my dough\n  And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church\n  And still turned out fucked up, I did so much dirt\n  Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work\n  Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt\n  On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose\n  Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface\n  I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets\n  Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete\n  It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat\n  On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat\n  Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet\n  Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat\n  I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite\n  But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat, let's go\n\n  Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon\n  Is a first class ticket to a lesson\n  I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Ben got a connection\n  That's why I bring the Benz to impress him\n  Heart in my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones\n  Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong\n  Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard\n  But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God\n  Either that or rob you on your boulevard\n  Bet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God\n  I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone\n  HP tatted on me so his memory lives on\n  Engagin in drama without your bomber'll\n  Be funeral arrangements for your mama\n  I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna\n  Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga\n\n  What nobody knows, all the roads you go through\n  You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you\n  Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs\n  Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?\n  That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools\n  There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes\n  Or tell the tale that my heart contains\n  I explain, so many different parts of pain\n  I'm clean, but still some marks remain\n  From the past, when that kush weed sparks the brain\n  The cash made some people start to change\n  I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range\n  Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same\n  And 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wasn't complete\nIt's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat\nOn feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat\nWas like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet\nNow I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat\nI'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite\nBut I'm still gon' hustle and cheat, let's go\n\nYeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon\nIs a first class ticket to a lesson\nI thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Ben got a connection\nThat's why I bring the Benz to impress him\nHeart in my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones\nCause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong\nCause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard\nBut I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God\nEither that or rob you on your boulevard\nBet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God\nI'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone\nHP tatted on me so his memory lives on\nEngagin in drama without your bomber'll\nBe funeral arrangements for your mama\nI learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna\nNow I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga\n\nWhat nobody knows, all the roads you go through\nYou can't even talk to those that supposedly know you\nSome of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs\nDamn, tell me, is this what that dough do?\nThat's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools\nThere's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes\nOr tell the tale that my heart contains\nI explain, so many different parts of pain\nI'm clean, but still some marks remain\nFrom the past, when that kush weed sparks the brain\nThe cash made some people start to change\nI feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range\nYour damn right I got rich, but my heart the same\nAnd practice makes perfect with the art of aim\nYou ain't really got the heart to bang\nYou ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Things Change\n  artist: Spider Loc\n  album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin' OST\n  duration_ms: 239595\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nigga things, change, never stay the same\n  Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\n  I put that work in to win, no problem\n\n  All money ain't good money, this I know\n  But I still love hood money, I gets my dough\n  And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church\n  And still turned out fucked up, I did so much dirt\n  Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work\n  Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt\n  On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose\n  Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface\n  I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets\n  Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete\n  It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat\n  On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat\n  Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet\n  Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat\n  I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite\n  But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat, let's go\n\n  Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon\n  Is a first class ticket to a lesson\n  I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Ben got a connection\n  That's why I bring the Benz to impress him\n  Heart in my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones\n  Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong\n  Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard\n  But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God\n  Either that or rob you on your boulevard\n  Bet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God\n  I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone\n  HP tatted on me so his memory lives on\n  Engagin in drama without your bomber'll\n  Be funeral arrangements for your mama\n  I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna\n  Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga\n\n  What nobody knows, all the roads you go through\n  You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you\n  Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs\n  Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?\n  That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools\n  There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes\n  Or tell the tale that my heart contains\n  I explain, so many different parts of pain\n  I'm clean, but still some marks remain\n  From the past, when that kush weed sparks the brain\n  The cash made some people start to change\n  I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range\n  Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same\n  And practice makes perfect with the art of aim\n  You ain't really got the heart to bang\n  You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain\n"},{"id":14522600,"name":"Things Change","trackName":"Things Change","artistName":"Spider Loc","albumName":"Get Rich Or Die Tryin'- The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nigga things, change, never stay the same\nNow watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\nI put that work in to win, no problem\n\nAll money ain't good money, this I know\nBut I still love hood money, I gets my dough\nAnd as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church\nAnd still turned out fucked up, I did so much dirt\nChose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work\nDid a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt\nOn everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose\nWho knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface\nI was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets\nWithout some type of beef the week wasn't complete\nIt's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat\nOn feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat\nWas like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet\nNow I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat\nI'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite\nBut I'm still gon' hustle and cheat, let's go\n\nYeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon\nIs a first class ticket to a lesson\nI thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Ben got a connection\nThat's why I bring the Benz to impress him\nHeart in my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones\nCause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong\nCause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard\nBut I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God\nEither that or rob you on your boulevard\nBet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God\nI'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone\nHP tatted on me so his memory lives on\nEngagin in drama without your bomber'll\nBe funeral arrangements for your mama\nI learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna\nNow I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga\n\nWhat nobody knows, all the roads you go through\nYou can't even talk to those that supposedly know you\nSome of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs\nDamn, tell me, is this what that dough do?\nThat's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools\nThere's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes\nOr tell the tale that my heart contains\nI explain, so many different parts of pain\nI'm clean, but still some marks remain\nFrom the past, when that kush weed sparks the brain\nThe cash made some people start to change\nI feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range\nYour damn right I got rich, but my heart the same\nAnd practice makes perfect with the art of aim\nYou ain't really got the heart to bang\nYou ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Things Change\n  artist: Spider Loc\n  album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin'- The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nigga things, change, never stay the same\n  Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\n  I put that work in to win, no problem\n\n  All money ain't good money, this I know\n  But I still love hood money, I gets my dough\n  And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church\n  And still turned out fucked up, I did so much dirt\n  Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work\n  Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt\n  On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose\n  Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface\n  I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets\n  Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete\n  It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat\n  On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat\n  Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet\n  Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat\n  I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite\n  But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat, let's go\n\n  Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon\n  Is a first class ticket to a lesson\n  I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Ben got a connection\n  That's why I bring the Benz to impress him\n  Heart in my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones\n  Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong\n  Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard\n  But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God\n  Either that or rob you on your boulevard\n  Bet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God\n  I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone\n  HP tatted on me so his memory lives on\n  Engagin in drama without your bomber'll\n  Be funeral arrangements for your mama\n  I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna\n  Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga\n\n  What nobody knows, all the roads you go through\n  You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you\n  Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs\n  Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?\n  That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools\n  There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes\n  Or tell the tale that my heart contains\n  I explain, so many different parts of pain\n  I'm clean, but still some marks remain\n  From the past, when that kush weed sparks the brain\n  The cash made some people start to change\n  I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range\n  Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same\n  And practice makes perfect with the art of aim\n  You ain't really got the heart to bang\n  You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain\n"},{"id":13521532,"name":"Things Change","trackName":"Things Change","artistName":"Spider Loc","albumName":"Music From And Inspired By Get Rich Or Die Tryin The Motion Picture","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nigga things, change, never stay the same\nNow watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\nI put that work in to win, no problem\n\nAll 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fucked up, I did so much dirt\n  Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work\n  Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt\n  On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose\n  Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface\n  I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets\n  Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete\n  It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat\n  On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat\n  Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet\n  Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat\n  I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite\n  But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat, let's go\n\n  Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon\n  Is a first class ticket to a lesson\n  I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Ben got a connection\n  That's why I bring the Benz to impress him\n  Heart in my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones\n  Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll 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From the past, when that kush weed sparks the brain\n  The cash made some people start to change\n  I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range\n  Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same\n  And practice makes perfect with the art of aim\n  You ain't really got the heart to bang\n  You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain\n"},{"id":27407159,"name":"Things Change","trackName":"Things Change","artistName":"Spider Loc","albumName":"Get Rich or Die Tryin’ (Soundtrack)","duration":62.467875,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nigga things, change, never stay the same\nNow watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\nI put that work in to win, no problem\n\nAll money ain't good money, this I know\nBut I still love hood money, I gets my dough\nAnd as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church\nAnd still turned out fucked up, I did so much dirt\nChose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work\nDid a whole lot of time, caused 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or rob you on your boulevard\nBet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God\nI'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone\nHP tatted on me so his memory lives on\nEngagin in drama without your bomber'll\nBe funeral arrangements for your mama\nI learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna\nNow I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga\n\nWhat nobody knows, all the roads you go through\nYou can't even talk to those that supposedly know you\nSome of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs\nDamn, tell me, is this what that dough do?\nThat's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools\nThere's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes\nOr tell the tale that my heart contains\nI explain, so many different parts of pain\nI'm clean, but still some marks remain\nFrom the past, when that kush weed sparks the brain\nThe cash made some people start to change\nI feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range\nYour damn right I got rich, but my heart the 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Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete\n  It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat\n  On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat\n  Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet\n  Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat\n  I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite\n  But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat, let's go\n\n  Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon\n  Is a first class ticket to a lesson\n  I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Ben got a connection\n  That's why I bring the Benz to impress him\n  Heart in my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones\n  Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong\n  Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard\n  But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God\n  Either that or rob you on your boulevard\n  Bet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God\n  I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone\n  HP 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poor\nCause you aint gettin from me you grown boy\nYou fuelin up my fire when you hate\nSo Ima lean on you till you make a mistake\nI cant wait\n\nAnd to the curtains close\nits just me, the tooly, and them purple O's,\nEndo overload, drive like i own the roads\nthese niggas is puss, thats why my shoulders cold\nMac by the toilet bowl\nIm ridin filthy in the Beamer\nCause i can have lima and a colina bring it to a misdemeanor\nYou drown in deep water\nEvery nigga around come from the street corner\nWhere you need your heat on ya\nIm on recline while my next CD climb\nSouth Side greedy dine, red wine, DB 9\nNYPD grind, why?, it aint a easy grind\nA nigga try to get mine ima feed him nine\nAnd its graffiti time, niggas sprayin your mural\nFor tryin to be a muthafuckin hero\nIm fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me\nJet by on em nasty, nigga you in a taxi\nI cant wait\n\nAlot of shit has changed since i came\nYall done came around here fuckin up the game\nTherefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain\nYou playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man\nRob a store before you walk around poor\nCause you aint gettin from me you grown boy\nYou fuelin up my fire when you hate\nSo Ima lean on you till you make a mistake\nI cant wait\nHa Ha haaaaaaaaaaaa\nYeaaa, ugh, GGGGG-Unit\nBoyyyyyyyyyyyy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Things Change (feat. 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks)\n  artist: Spider Loc\n  album: 'Music From And Inspired By Get Rich Or Die Tryin'': The Motion Picture'\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeaaaa.uhhh\n  I like the way that sounds\n  uh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Nooowww\n  Check Check\n\n  Nigga you feelin like a frog when you jump\n  One leap will bring ya from the bar to the trunk\n  From the trunk to the dump\n  Ima rain on em, put the chump on a slump\n  Like a rib shot, thats what the customers want\n  Dont ya?, This aint ya typical story\n  Thefore i dont fall in the category\n  Im cool, calm and collective, Yukon or the Lexis\n  Blue chronic for breakfast, to match with the necklace\n  Dimes all way down till the rats wanna check this\n  Reckless, born treacherous, sworn specialist\n  Especially, if ya rest next to me\n  Nigga come testin me youll get the gun recipe\n  These old niggas want the new born sound\n  Actin like they dont know who hold New York down\n  Yea i use to buy knicks, ten years later\n  Now im super fly slick without a roof on my whip, shit\n  I slip 100 proof till im ripped\n  And wave at the haters, got em root canal sick\n  Tell me you niggas like to make a scene so the lamas close\n  That kind of shit dont fly like Mama jokes\n  We got em long, short, all kind of toast\n  Boy i done left shit trails all around the coast\n  To places you gettin 'round by boat\n  I get a pound, i smoke, i put it down, im dope\n  Im on scope when i pass the block, i make traffic stop\n  A product of everything that made the apple rott\n  This apple jacks, way long 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let's go\n\n  Nigga things change, dem stay the same\n  Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\n  I put that work into win, no problem\n\n  Nigga things change, dem stay the same\n  Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\n  I put that work into win, no problem\n\n  Yeah, uhh, now walkin' down the block without'cha weapon\n  Is a first class ticket to a lesson, I thirst cash\n  Kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection\n  That's why I bring the Benz out to impress him\n\n  in my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones\n  'Cause he yappin' off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong\n  'Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard\n  But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin' for God\n\n  Either that or rob you on your boulevard\n  Bet you never thought for a second niggaz'd pull your card, God\n  I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone\n  HP tatted on me so his memory lives on\n\n  Engaged in a drama without your bomber'll\n  Be funeral arrangements for your momma\n  I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin' Michael and Madonna\n  Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga\n\n  Nigga things change, dem stay the same\n  Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\n  I put that work into win, no problem\n\n  Nigga things change, dem stay the same\n  Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\n  I put that work into win, no problem\n\n  What nobody knows, all the roads you go through\n  You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you\n  Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs\n  Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?\n\n  That's when you find yourself talkin' to Pro Tools\n  There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes\n  Or tell the tale that my heart contains\n  I explain so many different parts of pain\n\n  I'm clean but still some marks remain\n  From the past, when that kush weed sparks the brain\n  The cash made some people start to change\n  I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range\n\n  You're damn right I got rich but my heart the same\n  And practice makes perfect with the art of aim\n  You ain't really got the heart to bang\n  You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain\n\n  Nigga things change, dem stay the same\n  Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\n  I put that work into win, no problem\n\n  Nigga things change, dem stay the same\n  Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\n  I put that work into win, no problem\n"},{"id":8008881,"name":"Things Change","trackName":"Things Change","artistName":"Spider Loc/50 Cent/Lloyd Banks","albumName":"Get Rich Or Die Tryin' Soundtrack","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeaaaa.uhhh\nI like the way that sounds\nUh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Nooowww\nCheck Check\n\nNigga you feelin like a frog when you jump\nOne leap will bring ya from the bar to the trunk\nFrom the trunk to the dump\nIma rain on em, put the chump on a slump\nLike a rib shot, thats what the customers want\nDont ya?, This aint ya typical story\nThefore i dont fall in the category\nIm cool, calm and collective, Yukon or the Lexis\nBlue chronic for breakfast, to match with the necklace\nDimes all way down till the rats wanna check this\nReckless, born treacherous, sworn specialist\nEspecially, if ya rest next to me\nNigga come testin me youll get the gun recipe\nThese old niggas want the new born sound\nActin like they dont know who hold New York down\nYea i use to buy knicks, ten years later\nNow im super fly slick without a roof on my whip, shit\nI slip 100 proof till im ripped\nAnd wave at the haters, got em root canal sick\nTell me you niggas like to make a scene so the lamas close\nThat kind of shit dont fly like Mama jokes\nWe got em long, short, all kind of toast\nBoy i done left shit trails all around the coast\nTo places you gettin 'round by boat\nI get a pound, i smoke, i put it down, im dope\nIm 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misdemeanor\nYou drown in deep water\nEvery nigga around come from the street corner\nWhere you need your heat on ya\nIm on recline while my next CD climb\nSouth Side greedy dine, red wine, DB 9\nNYPD grind, why?, it aint a easy grind\nA nigga try to get mine ima feed him nine\nAnd its graffiti time, niggas sprayin your mural\nFor tryin to be a muthafuckin hero\nIm fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me\nJet by on em nasty, nigga you in a taxi\nI cant wait\n\nAlot of shit has changed since i came\nYall done came around here fuckin up the game\nTherefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain\nYou playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man\nRob a store before you walk around poor\nCause you aint gettin from me you grown boy\nYou fuelin up my fire when you hate\nSo Ima lean on you till you make a mistake\nI cant wait\nHa Ha haaaaaaaaaaaa\nYeaaa, ugh, GGGGG-Unit\nBoyyyyyyyyyyyy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Things Change\n  artist: Spider Loc/50 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on my whip, shit\n  I slip 100 proof till im ripped\n  And wave at the haters, got em root canal sick\n  Tell me you niggas like to make a scene so the lamas close\n  That kind of shit dont fly like Mama jokes\n  We got em long, short, all kind of toast\n  Boy i done left shit trails all around the coast\n  To places you gettin 'round by boat\n  I get a pound, i smoke, i put it down, im dope\n  Im on scope when i pass the block, i make traffic stop\n  A product of everything that made the apple rott\n  This apple jacks, way long before the platnium plaques\n  The pro-tools and the wax\n  Take a step back before ya catch a contact\n  The flow's like a M-16 wit the arm strapped\n  Ima bomb on these niggas till they cant bomb back\n  The hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack\n\n  Alot of shit has changed since i came\n  Yall done came around here fuckin up the game\n  Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain\n  You playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man\n  Rob a store before you walk around poor\n  Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy\n  You fuelin up my fire when you hate\n  So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake\n  I cant wait\n\n  And to the curtains close\n  Its just me, the tooly, and them purple O's,\n  Endo overload, drive like i own the roads\n  These niggas is puss, thats why my shoulders cold\n  Mac by the toilet bowl\n  Im ridin filthy in the Beamer\n  Cause i can have lima and a colina bring it to a misdemeanor\n  You drown in deep water\n  Every nigga around come from the street corner\n  Where you need your heat on ya\n  Im on recline while my next CD climb\n  South Side greedy dine, red wine, DB 9\n  NYPD grind, why?, it aint a easy grind\n  A nigga try to get mine ima feed him nine\n  And its graffiti time, niggas sprayin your mural\n  For tryin to be a muthafuckin hero\n  Im fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me\n  Jet by on em nasty, nigga you in a taxi\n  I cant wait\n\n  Alot of shit has changed since i came\n  Yall done came around here fuckin up the game\n  Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain\n  You playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man\n  Rob a store before you walk around poor\n  Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy\n  You fuelin up my fire when you hate\n  So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake\n  I cant wait\n  Ha Ha haaaaaaaaaaaa\n  Yeaaa, ugh, GGGGG-Unit\n  Boyyyyyyyyyyyy\n"},{"id":3874652,"name":"Things Change","trackName":"Things Change","artistName":"50 Cent, Lloyd Banks & Spider Loc","albumName":"Get Rich or Die Tryin' (Music from and Inspired By the Motion Picture)","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeaaaa.uhhh\nI like the way that sounds\nUh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Nooowww\nCheck Check\n\nNigga you feelin like a frog when you jump\nOne leap will bring ya from the bar to the trunk\nFrom the trunk to the dump\nIma rain on em, put the chump on a slump\nLike a rib shot, thats what the customers want\nDont ya?, This aint ya typical story\nThefore 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when you hate\n  So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake\n  I cant wait\n\n  And to the curtains close\n  Its just me, the tooly, and them purple O's,\n  Endo overload, drive like i own the roads\n  These niggas is puss, thats why my shoulders cold\n  Mac by the toilet bowl\n  Im ridin filthy in the Beamer\n  Cause i can have lima and a colina bring it to a misdemeanor\n  You drown in deep water\n  Every nigga around come from the street corner\n  Where you need your heat on ya\n  Im on recline while my next CD climb\n  South Side greedy dine, red wine, DB 9\n  NYPD grind, why?, it aint a easy grind\n  A nigga try to get mine ima feed him nine\n  And its graffiti time, niggas sprayin your mural\n  For tryin to be a muthafuckin hero\n  Im fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me\n  Jet by on em nasty, nigga you in a taxi\n  I cant wait\n\n  Alot of shit has changed since i came\n  Yall done came around here fuckin up the game\n  Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain\n  You 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Uh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Nooowww\n  Check Check\n\n  Nigga you feelin like a frog when you jump\n  One leap will bring ya from the bar to the trunk\n  From the trunk to the dump\n  Ima rain on em, put the chump on a slump\n  Like a rib shot, thats what the customers want\n  Dont ya?, This aint ya typical story\n  Thefore i dont fall in the category\n  Im cool, calm and collective, Yukon or the Lexis\n  Blue chronic for breakfast, to match with the necklace\n  Dimes all way down till the rats wanna check this\n  Reckless, born treacherous, sworn specialist\n  Especially, if ya rest next to me\n  Nigga come testin me youll get the gun recipe\n  These old niggas want the new born sound\n  Actin like they dont know who hold New York down\n  Yea i use to buy knicks, ten years later\n  Now im super fly slick without a roof on my whip, shit\n  I slip 100 proof till im ripped\n  And wave at the haters, got em root canal sick\n  Tell me you niggas like to make a scene so the lamas close\n  That kind 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curtains close\n  Its just me, the tooly, and them purple O's,\n  Endo overload, drive like i own the roads\n  These niggas is puss, thats why my shoulders cold\n  Mac by the toilet bowl\n  Im ridin filthy in the Beamer\n  Cause i can have lima and a colina bring it to a misdemeanor\n  You drown in deep water\n  Every nigga around come from the street corner\n  Where you need your heat on ya\n  Im on recline while my next CD climb\n  South Side greedy dine, red wine, DB 9\n  NYPD grind, why?, it aint a easy grind\n  A nigga try to get mine ima feed him nine\n  And its graffiti time, niggas sprayin your mural\n  For tryin to be a muthafuckin hero\n  Im fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me\n  Jet by on em nasty, nigga you in a taxi\n  I cant wait\n\n  Alot of shit has changed since i came\n  Yall done came around here fuckin up the game\n  Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain\n  You playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man\n  Rob a store before you walk around poor\n  Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy\n  You fuelin up my fire when you hate\n  So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake\n  I cant wait\n  Ha Ha haaaaaaaaaaaa\n  Yeaaa, ugh, GGGGG-Unit\n  Boyyyyyyyyyyyy\n"},{"id":32785397,"name":"Things Change","trackName":"Things Change","artistName":"Spider Loc, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks","albumName":"Get Rich Or Die Tryin'- The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeaaaa.uhhh\nI like the way that sounds\nUh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Nooowww\nCheck Check\n\nNigga you feelin like a frog when you jump\nOne leap will bring ya from the bar to the trunk\nFrom the trunk to the dump\nIma rain on em, put the chump on a slump\nLike a rib shot, thats what the customers want\nDont ya?, This aint ya typical story\nThefore i dont fall in the category\nIm cool, calm and collective, Yukon or the Lexis\nBlue chronic for breakfast, to match with the necklace\nDimes all way down till the rats wanna check 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122100\n  end_ms: 124860\n- text: Engaged in a drama without your bomber'll\n  start_ms: 124860\n  end_ms: 127590\n- text: Be funeral arrangements for your momma\n  start_ms: 127590\n  end_ms: 129370\n- text: I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin' Michael and Madonna\n  start_ms: 129370\n  end_ms: 132190\n- text: Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga\n  start_ms: 132190\n  end_ms: 135740\n- text: Nigga things change, dem stay the same\n  start_ms: 135740\n  end_ms: 140200\n- text: Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\n  start_ms: 140200\n  end_ms: 145610\n- text: I put that work into win, no problem\n  start_ms: 145610\n  end_ms: 146590\n- text: Nigga things change, dem stay the same\n  start_ms: 146590\n  end_ms: 151010\n- text: Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\n  start_ms: 151010\n  end_ms: 155520\n- text: I put that work into win, no problem\n  start_ms: 155520\n  end_ms: 158200\n- text: What nobody knows, all the roads you go through\n  start_ms: 158200\n  end_ms: 160930\n- text: You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you\n  start_ms: 160930\n  end_ms: 162750\n- text: Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs\n  start_ms: 162750\n  end_ms: 165500\n- text: Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?\n  start_ms: 165500\n  end_ms: 168220\n- text: That's when you find yourself talkin' to Pro Tools\n  start_ms: 168220\n  end_ms: 170920\n- text: There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes\n  start_ms: 170920\n  end_ms: 172750\n- text: Or tell the tale that my heart contains\n  start_ms: 172750\n  end_ms: 176320\n- text: I explain so many different parts of pain\n  start_ms: 176320\n  end_ms: 178160\n- text: I'm clean but still some marks remain\n  start_ms: 178160\n  end_ms: 180800\n- text: From the past, when that kush weed sparks the brain\n  start_ms: 180800\n  end_ms: 184590\n- text: The cash made some people start to change\n  start_ms: 184590\n  end_ms: 186350\n- text: I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range\n  start_ms: 186350\n  end_ms: 189980\n- text: You're damn right I got rich but my heart the same\n  start_ms: 189980\n  end_ms: 192690\n- text: And practice makes perfect with the art of aim\n  start_ms: 192690\n  end_ms: 195350\n- text: You ain't really got the heart to bang\n  start_ms: 195350\n  end_ms: 198040\n- text: You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain\n  start_ms: 198040\n  end_ms: 200740\n- text: Nigga things change, dem stay the same\n  start_ms: 200740\n  end_ms: 203440\n- text: Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\n  start_ms: 203440\n  end_ms: 209940\n- text: I put that work into win, no problem\n  start_ms: 209940\n  end_ms: 211780\n- text: Nigga things change, dem stay the same\n  start_ms: 211780\n  end_ms: 216240\n- text: Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\n  start_ms: 216240\n  end_ms: 221610\n- text: I put that work into win, no problem\n  start_ms: 221610\n  end_ms: 232570\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 232570\nplain: |-\n  Nigga things change, dem stay the same\n  Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\n  I put that work into win, no problem\n\n  Nigga things change, dem stay the same\n  Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\n  I put that work into win, no problem\n\n  All money ain't good money, this I know\n  But I still love hood money, I getS my dough\n  And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church\n  And still turned out fucked up, I did so much dirt\n\n  Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work\n  Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt\n  On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose\n  Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface?\n\n  I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin' the streets\n  Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete\n  It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin' his heat\n  On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat\n\n  Was like a whole 'nother rush to me, bustin' was sweet\n  Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin' to eat\n  I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite\n  But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat, let's go\n\n  Nigga things change, dem stay the same\n  Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\n  I put that work into win, no problem\n\n  Nigga things change, dem stay the same\n  Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\n  I put that work into win, no problem\n\n  Yeah, uhh, now walkin' down the block without'cha weapon\n  Is a first class ticket to a lesson, I thirst cash\n  Kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection\n  That's why I bring the Benz out to impress him\n\n  in my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones\n  'Cause he yappin' off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong\n  'Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard\n  But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin' for God\n\n  Either that or rob you on your boulevard\n  Bet you never thought for a second niggaz'd pull your card, God\n  I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone\n  HP tatted on me so his memory lives on\n\n  Engaged in a drama without your bomber'll\n  Be funeral arrangements for your momma\n  I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin' Michael and Madonna\n  Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga\n\n  Nigga things change, dem stay the same\n  Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\n  I put that work into win, no problem\n\n  Nigga things change, dem stay the same\n  Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\n  I put that work into win, no problem\n\n  What nobody knows, all the roads you go through\n  You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you\n  Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs\n  Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?\n\n  That's when you find yourself talkin' to Pro Tools\n  There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes\n  Or tell the tale that my heart contains\n  I explain so many different parts of pain\n\n  I'm clean but still some marks remain\n  From the past, when that kush weed sparks the brain\n  The cash made some people start to change\n  I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range\n\n  You're damn right I got rich but my heart the same\n  And practice makes perfect with the art of aim\n  You ain't really got the heart to bang\n  You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain\n\n  Nigga things change, dem stay the same\n  Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\n  I put that work into win, no problem\n\n  Nigga things change, dem stay the same\n  Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder\n  I put that work into win, no problem\n"}]