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letra de niggaz done changed - richie rich

[intro: richie rich & 2pac]
ah, me and my n-gga 2pac
finna do what we do
understand this
’cause it’s way understandable
n-ggas done changed, man
n-ggas done really changed, rich, they done changed!
check this out

[verse 1: richie rich]
a tisket a tasket, my calico made of plastic
and n-ggas don’t make it home, when f-ckin’ with my dome
in my zone, n-ggas be gettin’ pepper sprayed down
trickin’ with all them ballers done got that heifer laid down
and it hurts, but don’t nothin’ change, it’s all the same
that’s why i come real ’cause i’m so heavy off in this game
i been there, been taught that, n-ggas screamin’ “caught that!”
standin’ there with them n-ggas with a hand full of game and believe he bought that
’cause here, the game is to be sold not told
ain’t no new jack n-gga just finna jump in this ol’ sh-t and ride out on gold
unh-uh, naw, n-gga gotta pay some dues
n-gga gotta feel some blues
see what it feel like to lose
200 bundles, 400 bundles, f-ck it, a g
’bout to cook shop, find out you really ain’t got no d
you’s imaginin’ sh-t, and havin’ money punk is real
don’t be the first to get checked
n-gga better retrospect

[verse 2: 2pac]
no more regular rappin’
dare me to cap ’em and watch me blast
these n-ggas be actin’ for that simple fact, playa i’ma mash
i lash on my enemies for multiple centuries
forcin’ my adversaries to bleed when they seein’ me
though east coast born, i’m west coast raised
sent so much d-ck throughout the clique that now they death row slaves (bow down)
father forgive me for thug livin’, i’m through with this drug dealin’
i leave it to clinton and all the n-ggas that love prison
brothas be ballin’, rich, if you need me, call
i’ll open fire on m-th-f-ckas and murder ’em all
me mr. makaveli, plus i’m bustin’ f-ck what they tell me
i’m makin’ these n-ggas hop on they toes like alvin ailey
i been shot and murdered, can’t tell you how it happened word for word
but best believe that n-ggas gon’ get what they deserve
in the same way, god bless my brain ‘cause game pays
gettin’ cash and -ss for days
now n-ggas done changed

[chorus: richie rich & 2pac]
the game is to be sold not told
still heavy in this game
n-ggas done changed, it ain’t the same
we been handlin’ our business for years
gettin’ respect from all our peers
while most of our n-ggas incarcerated, doin’ years
b-tches is tricky, n-ggas is snitchin’
while playas improve and move positions
n-ggas done changed

[verse 3: richie rich]
call on my real n-gga, when it’s time to bring the heat
suburban’s swervin’ h-llsa deep down your street
leave your trash down, ’cause it’ll be clean when we sweep
let’s duff these n-ggas and hit they -ss with some heat
blow they chest up, ’cause they hatin’ and segregatin’
n-ggas crossin’ lanes, it’s time to blow your brains
before i shot this n-gga, i heard him scream “one love” (one love!)
fifteen in the clip, i only used one slug

[verse 4: 2pac]
hey! now picture me rollin’
piggie smalls got his eyes swollen
my hands on my nuts, i give a f-ck, i’ma die holdin’ ’em
makin’ these hoes pause while schemin’ on those drawers
no money involved, condom, p-ssy, d-ck, and some alcohol
picture me rollin’ (what) h-rny hoes get they holes dug
i might show ’em thug p-ssion but i’ll never show ’em love
can’t hit me in combat, relentless when i ride
strategize on my enemies and plottin’ ’til they die
ask me why i’m high, and my reply “’til the day i die”
don’t wanna picture this cold world through sober eyes
thugs don’t die we multiply
connect with the spirits of fallen homies and bustas, then we ride
surprise n-ggas when they seen us, they duck down (hahahaha)
just as we antic-p-ted, indo and bust rounds (buck buck)
f-ckin’ clowns still watchin’ clips of “i get around”
scream like a b-tch when i beat ’em down
n-ggas done changed

[outro: richie rich & 2pac]
and they still changin’
understand what i’m sayin?
(police switchin’ up on n-ggas, judges done changed)
i don’t understand that n-ggas done changed
m-th-f-ckas gettin’ 60 years for some bullsh-t
n-gga, you know what i mean?
n-ggas done changed
ah, glad to have you back
that’s right, big buddy
’cause we ain’t gon’ never change
they may hold me for a second but these m-th-f-ckas ain’t gonna never hold me down, baby
check this out
thug life, baby
fo’ sho’, me and ‘pac
now we got m-th-f-ckas in the house, fool
with the n-gga rick rock

- richie rich

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