Kay Slay(Skit)-Ja Rule

[Verse 1: Ja Rule] First off the snitch and that identity he claim F**k Dre partial, and emineim Plus the world heard it before, they tired of them And they waiting for that thug sh*t from Rule' again And Proof can bomb Proof your hummer then Put a vest on yourself and your chilld-ren Teacher 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, put 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 deathrow We tha world famous, murder inc we infamious Fo' making bangers, and bangin' hammers sh*t [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 shot 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 down Fatal' will help him write his raps in brown Black Child is Black now, Rule is crack sells "IG" ni**a the boss of all bosses Making money off music, murder, and torture Who got what it cost for a coffin Ni**a 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 f**k peace cause this ni**a 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 when our shot's flare Ni**a we get it poppin' bang like crip's and blood's And ain't sh*t change I still keep a bandana and pack gun's ni**a [Verse 4: D.O. Cannons] You better watch you mouth, fo' I rip yo face off And everybody you with gonna jet the f**k off You's ain't gansta, you sweet as ducksauce D' plays no games, pop the f**k off O' you want war, everybody gonna get clipped the f**k 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]