[Intro: 2Pac]
Dedicated to those people that uhh
For some reason look at us like role models
You do know that things change
It might not look like its a cool world right now
It’s cool though, things get better
Believe me things change
Tell em about it
[Hook]
Things are changing, all the time
Some things you must leave behind
Things are changing, all the time
Some things you must leave behind
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now, can you picture, young niggas in a rush to grow
Till hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat
Probably never even saw him comin’ – too busy bullshittin’
Caught him with his mouth runnin’; ain’t this a bitch
They got me twisted in this game
The Feds and the punk Po-lice pointin’ pistols at my brain
I wonder if I’m wrong cause I’m thugged out
My homies murdered execution style runnin’ in the drug house
What was supposed to be a easy hit – now shit is flipped
Cause niggas died over bullshit – it’s not my dream
I’m seein’ pictures of a broken man, no witnesses
Only the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents
In our prime live a life of crime, though it ain’t logical
We hobble through these tryin’ times, livin’ blind
Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all my homiez had to die before they got to grow
And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love
To my thugs in heaven I’ll see you there
It’s written for the young and dumb that wasn’t warned
Help you make it through the storm
My words to my firstborn, feel me
While trying to maintain through the pressure
Hustlers trying to make life better, for you and me
Nobody loves you when your stuck in the game
But maintain, because all things change, feel me
[Hook]
Things are changing, all the time
Some things you must leave behind
Things are changing, all the time
Some things you must leave behind
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Ever since my very first day on this earth I was cursed
So I knew the birth of a child would make my life worst
And though it hurt me, there was no distortion
Cause wild seeds can’t grow, we need more abortions
Quiet your soul
Cause you know what you had to do
And so they victims of the world that never came to
I understand there is a better day coming
Sometimes catch me slipping with the car runnin’
Driving at a dead end blinded
Ain’t no love in the hood only hearts torn
Love letters to the innocent and unborn
All the babies that died up on the table
Wasn’t able to breathe cause the family wasn’t able
Can’t blame her I would do the same
All I could give it was my debt and my last name
Cause in the game things change living up and down
Hard life got me walking with my head down
Wearing frowns was it meant to be, was I wrong
But i’ll never get to know so I carry on
It’s written for the young and dumb that wasn’t born
My words to my firstborn, feel me (feel me)
This for all the babies that died on the abortion tables
You know, all the mothers that didn’t have a choice
Things change
[Hook]
Things are changing, all the time
Some things you must leave behind
Things are changing, all the time
Some things you must leave behind
Things are changing, all the time
Some things you must leave behind
Things are changing, all the time
Some things you must leave behind
Things are changing, all the time
Some things you must leave behind
Things are changing, all the time
Some things you must leave behind
Things are changing, all the time
Some things you must leave behind

I’m ready to check a neck in a second
(You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Gripin’ the TEC and slap’ ya head because I snap under pressure
Cuttin’ circulation
Stranded on the plant the earth’s chasin’
Scared of probation now I’m facin’ death tryna hurt a nation
Burn like acid
Fart, blunts and Jurassic, Park
My bastard ass click we got the strip mashin’
[Hook: Val Young]
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo
You don’t really gonna stop, hayy
You don’t really gonna stop, haha
You don’t really gonna stop, hayy
You don’t really gonna stop, haha
Mhm!, I won’t stop the music, I won’t stop the music
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music [Intro: 2Pac]
This go out to C. (won’t)
Tryna sell 4 million copies (T.H.U.G)
If I wasn’t spittin’ it’d be prison or death
This rap game all we got left
So try to comprehend where we comin’ from
Life as an Outlaw, ain’t meant for everyone
So here we come
Recognize how we organize
Strategize now we unified brothers on the rise
And we can’t stop
[Collision: Val Young]
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo
[Hook: Val Young]
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo
[Verse 2: E.D.I]
You don’t really wanna stop – stop
The only thing that we got
I bang knott’s, so how much you plot
On these youngsters, millions of ’em that’s lovin’ everything we say
Cause at this every single day yeah
Some of us is trippin’ on it (huh)
But in turn busta’s slippin’ on it
So get up on it, don’t be an opponent
Cause this is feedin’ my family, take it away
And see me in every single place you plan to be
Don’t stop
[Verse 3: Hussein Fatal]
I got 58 ways to get out of the game
But only one way’s gonna fit my name; Hussein
Ride by, with the block, I can’t stop
Not even for the cop’s will, I close down shop
Yo, I broke nights to get big, gettin’ rope spot’s hold it tight
(You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Runnin’ with fat blunts niggas ain’t rollin’ right
Temp this
I bitch this track, I love rap (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Senseless, relentless in every sentence but above that
Brain driller, fuckin’ Fatal’s a walkin’ pain killer
(You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Insane iller than caine, Uzi cops, then watch ’em fear ya
Who’s next? Delores Tucker
(God damn rap music I hate that)
Bob dole
(It’s just so violent and it destroys everybody)
And everybody else who feels like uh
(It makes the kids crazy)
They stronger than the constitution
(Kids kill people)
Freedom of speech big baby
(There’s cop haters)
Freedom of speech
(They goin’ against society I don’t understand the music, it’s too loud)
Outlawz! (It’ too loud, it’s too rowdy, it’s too violent)
(Let’s ban all rap music)
Outlawz
(Ban 2Pac, ban the Outlaw Immortalz Ban ’em)
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
You can’t break me never made me, busta soft ass beats
This Outlaw style got a brother off the streets
Miss Delores Tucker sue me I won’t stop
‘Til we get justice for these crooked cops on my block
Time Warner full of sissies, tell ’em all to miss me
A bunch of hypocrites whistlin’ Dixie
Good riddance cause you never should of touched me
You cowards knew you couldn’t take the pressure I’ma make you sorry
Trust me
Did I cry when they dropped me? (nah), can they stop me?

with them wiping like a troup
Hop inside a foreign car tearing up the roof
Imma slide ride pass em cause they do not sell like you
420 getting geeked out my mind, hey
420 imma pop em my spine, hey
420, 420, 420 nigga, 420, 420
20
Alka setzer plus when i was standing on the block i serve the J
Nigga coming back to my whoadie and my nigga but i come and then i lay
Going to the school nigga blood nigga know im bitches late
So geeked out my mind for a wet T-C
Got a pocket full
Nose in my ring like a fucking bull I know the answer like a very important color
I leave the pussy nigga death no charger
And im smoking kushy kushy like jorder flooded than we take a order
Got a whole lotta rich nigga man no voice, no voice yeah
Serve a lot of muhfuckers to the front and back door trust
Go to waist nigga kushy smell in the market
Momma had a hundred bands when i mail her
Ever since the first day she never been taller
They just tryna book us all ever since the day im cooking dawgs
She just wanna nut inside her trouser
She just wanna sucky sucky my girls and my boys
She just wanna sucky sucky till i say oh lord
She gon suck it call my money longer than a cord
Momma pussy soaking wet i feel like im abort
[Interlude:]
Lil bitch tryna record
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up
[Verse 2:]
Take two
I come with a few just in case you looking like you do
Imma pull up to the set with my nigga jayroo
Pussy nigga now im big and in it with my piru
Lame bitches know im not gone fuck her they the sue
Imma catch a? Woah woah woah, yeah
Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah
We got London on da Track
[Verse 1:]
Imma charge her like a dodger
Bae im way smarter than marter
Brand new Cadillac with the spoiler
Ain’t playing games like im at the quarters
They say, they say im mean like my father
Imma fuck a nigga bitch and catch your daughter
A lot of rings on my finger like a lodder
Alot of bling living like the?