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letra de change, change, change - mista mister

[verse 1: mista mister]
in the bentley drop top and pac is blastin
and you got the look of being very classy
with plastic bags in every bathroom getting blasted
then jump in the car and just ride for hours
the sip i drop you on a bdp-produced track
and it’s a fact that i can swing i’m not a new jack
holy bandit! leave yo’ ass stranded and you know that
you don’t give a sh-t that my money so big i can’t fold it up
the truth is still the truth no matter how it’s spun
so open your books to page one and i’ll show you how it’s done
that you quoted said i wouldn’t be the one that sewed it but
you ain’t ready i run these streets
and whether you like to admit it “rip” i just sh-t it
let me hypnotizе you with my tongue kissin’
i ain’t the one son my sh-t ain’t comе easy
wake up the club and let’s go all out all out
yeah that petty sh-t will have you cased up and locked down
whole clique put a lot down get found with a hot round
put expressions in their music and create the face
we heartless and shrewd in this day and age it ain’t the same
[chorus: andrea martin & common]
change, change, change, change (yeah)
change, change, change, change
change, change, change, change
change, change, change, change (common)

[verse 2: common]
i beef deep with the police peep what these streets do to me
and you’ve got cartoons in the morning while i’m sleeping
everybody know it when they step on the spot
however whatever they seeing on the box
is coppin rocks off the news kids on the block
i been toe to toe with the best i know the ledge’
i got no friends, i said

[chorus: andrea martin]
change, change, change, change
change, change, change, change
change, change, change, change
change, change, change, change

[verse 3: jadakiss]
serve ’em drinks and welcome all to the law
property owners who crawl to the mall
reaction is delayed as y’all run down the block
never compromised this is how we put it down c’mon
and that’s 32 chambers less than the wu-tang clan (yep)
god spit it like it’s truth serum in that beer and then
turn on your player and then the rhyme sayer again
they can mock all they want lord i do not care
and freaks for some grade a meat it’s all gravy, ha
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[chorus: andrea martin]
change, change, change, change
change, change, change, change
change, change, change, change
change, change, change, change

[verse 4: eminem]
and i’m hurtin for you dog but ain’t n0body pain is like yours
heaven’s prays all i’m wanna do is my lord
i get down for real all i know is one way
but i overstand they truth is all lame
being down and out and i love you always
no more games i’mma change what you call rage
a scooby doo y’all scooby doo y’all!
we blowin smoke creatin scooby doo fogs
wack as a shooter so we called him tony kukoc
rep my crew yo flipmode hit you off
you on my nuts so you better hold tenderly
then send yo’ ass back home without no energy
i been workin’ got these grown men hurtin’
’cause truth is he’s free-er than they gon’ ever be
got the stove on my waist and we cooks
come on pana vinnie got a clip full
infrared with the clip full no leash on my pitbull
riding through the hood and feeling good
and somebody at the front door
backstage front row what i got to front for
on the streets or on tv it just don’t pay the be a truth tellin’ mc
a caught a feeling when you represented
and you don’t get no play if you an emcee with a small name
i’m active no off days and i got boss paid with music i caught babes
but then i put it in the grave ’cause i’m steppin’ off stage
alucard in the booth when i’m losing it on days
off ya tryna make me depart ya from my thought-a
started a missionary way on my life the mic i rust like bostage
the handle on the pistol is pearly like god’s gate
and i’mma cut, i ain’t g-y–okay
seem like she don’t really need no gas for the trip
but forget the cl!ck-clack ain’t no need for the steel
the father bails out he ain’t ready for a kid
because a stray bullet might be headed for the swings
praying that i fall for the mouse trap i doubt that
after platinum it’s the same thing
same old same old but poppa’s got a brand new bag
t-st-cl-s store the p-ss and i just p-ssed on my sh-t
you know and i know we need to get right
i need your help and i’m not asking it nice
such signs of truth in his plain face she spied
a thug came to me said it changed his life
’cause if it was up to me i’d make a new blueprint
i’mma f-ckin’ cut my verse in half and splurg all over this new track
[chorus: andrea martin]
change, change, change, change
change, change, change, change
change, change, change, change
change, change, change, change

- mista mister

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