Onyx - Thangz Changed Lyrics
[onyx - all talking]Official nast! word is bondYeah - yeah yeah - you know the real deal boyWord up, official, official, official, officialWord up, check me, Im the official, nasteeIts like that, yeah its like thisSon hold up, what up what upWe gonna rhyme right now, word is bondGive it all we got, cmon yo, cmon..[fredro starr]A lot of things have changed since I grown upHalf my brothers got locked, half got blown up!From playin two hand touch and the games in the streetBut the games aint the same, now we playin with heatSee theres danger, in my buildin, they rollin dice thereAint nuttin nice there, who dare with ice-stare? !My hallway is like rahway, to the thugs in the doorwayPeace, kid Im out, no doubt!We just hangin on the corner, puffin trees justTryin to stay warm, sippin ? easy? jesus!Problems after problem, it keeps revolvinThey got us starvin, thats why we out robbin (knahmsayin? )Theres days I cant remember like the 6th of decemberI think it was september nah, maybe it was november (what? !)This kid got rocked, just for steppin on some sneakersHeard from tamika, hes gettin buried in a speakerCause his moms was on that *inhaling*, gettin lacedShe not smokin it! she took one bad hitChorus: repeat 2xAiyyo (yo!) cant escape the ghettoHell no, its everywhere you go!Aiyyo (yo!) cant escape the ghettoHell no, its everywhere you go![sonsee]Im not your role model, Ill drink the whole bottleDont follow, nobody cause you never know tomorrowJust look around, everywhere, its despairIt aint no care here, and good times is rareOr seldom last long, they always fadinWhen my fam is dyin over money and gettin incarcerated (yeah)Just to be a statistic, its sadisticToo realistic, we goin this quick!The other night kids got bad (word, t-n-t ran out? )Got them kids bill and ted, they called the law news spreadLast week they was blazin on the corner, bullets ricochetHit somebodys baby, and they kid may be deadResultin from the ill {shit}, to say the leastLivin in the ghetto... rest in peace![onyx]Yo.. hey!Cause where Im from, the good die youngThe sky is grey, we never see the sunThe ghetto life, is live and let liveOn the day to day..[sticky fingaz]It all began when shorty rock took the law in his own handSick of seein his moms gettin beat up by his old manSo he did what any kid woulda doneWent into the closet, got his pops gunWho need enemy when you got family?Its hard to get a job when you look like me (word up!)See people dont just rob cause they on unemploymentSome do it for the pure satisfaction enjoymentBrrrr, its cold, this world is freezinFolks gettin murdered over no apparent reason (no!)Packin they bags, talkin bout they leavinBut where you gonna go? you cant escape the ghetto!You see more when you high, even less when you lowYou cant run from your own shadowChorus{*scratches my little man, shorty doo wop*}[onyx] in every ghetto, we packin heavy metal (repeat 4x){*ad libs and official nast! to fade*}
