[Intro: Sam Cooke & Ja Rule]
It's been too hard livin'
But I'm afraid to die
I don't know what's up there
Beyond the sky
It's been a long
A long time comin', but I know
Change gon' come
Oh, yes it will
Know what, fuck it

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
First off, fuck the snitch and that Unit he claim
Fuck Dre partial, and Eminem
Plus the world heard it before, they tired of them
And they waitin' for that thug shit from Rule again
If the new shit is to bomb proof your hummer then
Put a vest on yourself and your chill-dren
Teach 'em be scared to death of them murderin'
N***as who like to put [?] holes in chins
In case y'all ain't knowin' 'bout my savages
They'll kidnap your kid throw 'em ovеr a bridge
That reminiscin' to N-O-T-O-R-I-O
U-S, you just, lay down slow
Blaze out in thе six while lettin' the fifth go
I think Big as if I was wanted on Death Row
We the world famous, Murder Inc. we infamous
For makin' bangers and bang and handle shit
[Chorus: Ja Rule & Black Child]
Change gon' come
I ain't gonna lie when the heat wave high eybody gotta die
Change gon' come
You better believe it, we stoppin' n***as from breathin, poppin' n***as then leavin'
Change gon' come
One way or another, we gangstas from the gutta, we shoot ya then cut ya
Change gon' come
Ja, you ain't never lie when the heat wave high eybody gotta die

[Verse 2: Black Child]
As I sit back relax, cuttin' crack loadin' gats
I think about these sexy rappers that I wanna clap
I probably go to jail for sendin' 50 to hell
If I lay Banks down
Yayo gon' tell
Fatal'll help him write his raps in Braille (Uh huh)
Black Child is blackmail, Rule is crack sells (Yeah)
I.G. (What) n***a the boss of all bosses (Uh huh)
We get money (Uh huh) off of music, (Uh huh) murder, and torture (What)
Who got what it cost (Uh huh) for a coffin
N***a you a dead man walkin' (Pussy)
This is extortion ([?])
We organize crime
Everybody's cryin'
While all of y'all dyin'
When the iron start flyin'
Now the public, (Yeah) wanna polly 'bout peace
Well fuck peace cause this n***a half police
And Black Child is half man half beast
And I'ma give all y'all n***as a half a clip a piece (yea)
[Chorus: Ja Rule & Black Child]
Change gon' come
I ain't gonna lie when the heat wave high eybody gotta die
Change gon' come
You better believe it, we stoppin' n***as from breathin, poppin' n***as then leavin'
Change gon' come
One way or another, we gangsta's from the gutta, we shoot ya then cut ya
Change gon' come
Ja, you ain't never lie (Uh) when the heat (Uh) wave high (Uh) eybody gotta die

[Verse 3: Young Merc]
It's time to address the public
N***as is frontin' like when we see 'em we ain't dumpin'
Shot's tryna lay somethin' down, homie it's nothin'
When you dealin' wit real gangstas
That a pop and erase ya, my dogs ain't playin' man
Whenever we see you we leavin' you there
And ain't no Aftermath after these shots flare
N***a we get it poppin' bang like crips and bloods
And (yeah) ain't shit change, (uh) I still keep a (yeah) bandana and pack guns n***a

[Verse 4: D.O. Cannons]
You better watch you mouth, 'fore I rip yo face off
And everybody you wit gon' jet the fuck off
You's ain't gangstas, you sweet as duck sauce
D' plays no game, pop the fuck off
Oh, you want war?
Everybody gon' get clipped the fuck off
Everybody know your block is butt soft
We got big ball, pay off ten fo'
Walk with the fifth hall, bangin' on Crenshaw
[Chorus: Ja Rule & Black Child]
Change gon' come
I ain't gonna lie when the heat wave high eybody gotta die
Change gon' come
You better believe it, we stoppin' n***as from breathin, poppin n***as then leavin'
Change gon' come
One way or another, we gangsta's from the gutta, we shoot ya then cut ya
Change gon' come
Ja, you ain't never lie when the heat wave high eybody gotta die

[Sam Cooke sample]
Change gon' come
Change gon' come
It's been too hard livin'
Change gon' come
Change gon' come
Yea

[Chorus Ja Rule & Black Child]
Change gon' come
I ain't gonna lie when the heat wave high eybody gotta die
Change gon' come
You better believe it, we stoppin' n***as from breathin, poppin n***as then leavin'
Change gon' come
One way or another, we gangsta's from the gutta, we shoot ya then cut ya
Change gon' come
Ja, you ain't never lie when the heat wave high eybody gotta die