Artist: G-Unit Album: The Beauty of Independence Song: Changes Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [50 Cent] All I hear is Jimmy want my shit to flop, Dre don't care if I blow Goddamn, all this from fuckin sellin headphones? Chris died, Theo didn't show up to a nigga wake Which indicate the team I thought we built, it was fuckin fake Barry's drunk, Barry dump, Barry's in the pen' again I'm back at the drawin board, somebody call Eminem These days can't believe what you hear on the street That nigga said he owns the team, he only owns the seat That's fool's gold we sold you, you fools, I watch you buy it What's this here is some kind of new hustle, I might try it This flow got us all put on, so I know I'm nice [Young Buck] Fuckin with the wrong bitches got me cold as ice [Chorus: 50 Cent] + (Young Buck) These niggaz'll change on you I can't keep count of how many times I done watched them change on me (Shawty changed on me) (It's the Unit, ain't nothin changed - yeah) Now they hate everythang I do I can't help but win, I'm a winner, nigga you changed on me (Niggaz'll change on ya, damn) (Bitches'll change on ya) [Kidd Kidd] Guess I gotta stop postin all this money on Instagram They welcome you with open arms and open hands I ain't rich like 50, I just know the man Red emoji faces in your text, I know you mad Pinch me a few dollars, more than sure you can When you ballin the world's on your shoulder pads I don't owe you nothin, they bustin, you ain't bang back You never fronted me nothin I couldn't bring back They gave dap, now they say you never gave back You never gave me nothin I couldn't pay back Now you talkin to the Feds because you ain't fed Give a nigga a foot, they want your whole leg [Young Buck] + (Kidd Kidd) Ay Kidd; fuck what he said, tell 'em get his own bread If niggaz got a problem (that's a code red) That's when niggaz pull up with long dreads Bumbaclot man, shootin at your forehead! [Chorus] w/ minor variations [Kidd Kidd] They say family's first But family is the first to get you hurt And these hoes even worse All these riches a gift [Lloyd Banks] And a curse Hate runnin all through the tree, thought they be rootin for me Backstabbin, lies stackin, the truth is gory Forever holdin onto grudges from my early struggles They see you go out and get it, then want it from you Say you'll never be a winner, show up at your parade Outside showin you smiles, inside hopin it fades Rather be low now, money over the stage Sanity over fame, eye-candy callin your name But it changes, their love is dangerous Fog up your aim, it's a million ways to hit them cages, shit's contagious Forget my favors, I'm outta here, flippin pages You're slippin backwards, goin with all the other actors [Tony Yayo] The limelight is hot, I ain't ask to be here The money and the power make problems disappear People change like the weather I weather the storm until it's better And these fake ass niggaz wanna shake my hand Instagram hoes backstage with fans And these snakes in the grass ain't a part of my plans Stab me in my back and they say I changed [Chorus] w/ minor variations [Outro: Young Buck] Some of these muh'fuckers change for the worse though Some niggaz change for the better Some bitches just'll never change, hahaha Some of these hoes'll never change man, yeah