Bitch things, change, them stay the same
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem
[Spider Loc]
All money ain't good money, this I know
But I still love hood money, I gets my dough
And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church
And still turned out ****ed up, I did so much dirt
Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work
Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt
On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose
Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface
I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets
Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete
It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat
On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat
Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet
Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat
I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite
But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon
is a first class ticket to a lesson
I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection
That's why I bring the Benz to impress him
{?} my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones
Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong
Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard
But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God
Either that or rob you on your boulevard
Bet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God
I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone
HP tatted on me so his memory lives on
Engagin in drama without your bomber'll
be funeral arrangements for your momma
I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna
Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga
[Chorus]
[Spider Loc]
What nobody knows, all the roads you go through
You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you
Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs
Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?
That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools
There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes
Or tell the tale that my heart contains
I explain, so many different parts of pain
I'm clean, but still some marks remain
From the past, when that kush shit sparks the brain
The cash made some people start to change
I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range
Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same
And practice makes perfect with the art of aim
You ain't really got the heart to bang
You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain
[Chorus]
Things Change - 戀楽屋
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[00:10.35]Bitch things, change, them stay the same
[00:20.64]Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
[00:24.33]I put that work in to win, no problem
[00:26.40][Spider Loc]
[00:26.88]All money ain't good money, this I know
[00:29.58]But I still love hood money, I gets my dough
[00:32.31]And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church
[00:34.92]And still turned out ****ed up, I did so much dirt
[00:37.71]Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work
[00:40.41]Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt
[00:43.14]On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose
[00:45.90]Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface
[00:48.69]I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets
[00:51.12]Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete
[00:54.00]It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat
[00:56.64]On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat
[00:59.31]Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet
[01:02.22]Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat
[01:04.80]I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite
[01:07.65]But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go
[01:10.23][Chorus]
[01:24.33][Lloyd Banks]
[01:27.45]Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon
[01:34.95]is a first class ticket to a lesson
[01:37.17]I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection
[01:40.56]That's why I bring the Benz to impress him
[01:42.99]{?} my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones
[01:45.81]Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong
[01:48.48]Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard
[01:51.18]But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God
[01:54.72]Either that or rob you on your boulevard
[01:56.73]Bet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God
[02:00.00]I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone
[02:02.13]HP tatted on me so his memory lives on
[02:05.79]Engagin in drama without your bomber'll
[02:07.71]be funeral arrangements for your momma
[02:09.93]I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna
[02:13.05]Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga
[02:15.45][Chorus]
[02:23.61][Spider Loc]
[02:37.98]What nobody knows, all the roads you go through
[02:40.44]You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you
[02:43.56]Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs
[02:46.47]Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?
[02:49.02]That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools
[02:51.54]There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes
[02:54.42]Or tell the tale that my heart contains
[02:56.64]I explain, so many different parts of pain
[02:59.40]I'm clean, but still some marks remain
[03:01.83]From the past, when that kush shit sparks the brain
[03:04.89]The cash made some people start to change
[03:07.53]I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range
[03:10.20]Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same
[03:13.11]And practice makes perfect with the art of aim
[03:15.63]You ain't really got the heart to bang
[03:17.76]You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain
[03:26.85][Chorus]
移調 原調
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Bitch things, change, them stay the same
BmAF#mF#
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
EmGF#mD
I put that work in to win, no problem
Em
All money ain't good money, this I know
GAmAFA
But I still love hood money, I gets my dough
D
And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church
AmAEAF#m
And still turned out ****ed up, I did so much dirt
F#F#mACG
Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work
F#m
Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt
EEmAAmA
On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose
FFmFAm
Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface
FAmCFA#m
I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets
AmAAmDm
Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete
FA#mDmAm
It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat
FDCmC
On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat
CmG#CF
Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet
AmCF
Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat
CAmA#mGmAm
I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite
DmFA#mA#AmFF#mGFmCFFmFFmA#AmCCmGAmDmAmDmCA#mAmFAm
But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go
GmCDmAmAAmFAmDAmDA
Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon
DA
is a first class ticket to a lesson
F#mAC#mF#mAF#m
I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection
GCmF#m
That's why I bring the Benz to impress him
DF#mEmEA
{?} my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones
CAAmDm
Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong
DFD
Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard
AmF#mAF#mA
But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God
C#mCG
Either that or rob you on your boulevard
F#mDF#mEm
Bet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God
AmA
I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone
C#mDFmCmF#mD
HP tatted on me so his memory lives on
F#F#mCmDm
Engagin in drama without your bomber'll
FGmC
be funeral arrangements for your momma
FDAFGmF#mD
I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna
C#mGDmFGmDGDG#FFmFG#EmA#mA#A#mGmDmDA#A#mA#EAmFGCFAmA#DmAmECAmDAmF
Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga
EDmAmF
What nobody knows, all the roads you go through
A#mF
You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you
GmDmA
Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs
AmD
Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?
ADF#mDm
That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools
DAF#mA
There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes
C#mF#F#mA
Or tell the tale that my heart contains
GF#m
I explain, so many different parts of pain
DCA
I'm clean, but still some marks remain
EAD
From the past, when that kush shit sparks the brain
FmDF#mD
The cash made some people start to change
AC#mAC#mF#
I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range
AC#mAG
Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same
DF#m
And practice makes perfect with the art of aim
EmEADA
You ain't really got the heart to bang
DmC#mEEmADmDDmDDmG#FFmFFmAEmEEmAmAF#mAAmADAmDADAF#mAF#F#mC#mAGDF#mEmC#mADmDF#mDAmAC#mF#F#mC#mAmGDDmDEmAF#mADDmDC#mAF#C#AGF#mEEmAmAAmADAC#AF#C#mEmGF#mDF#mAmEmAmAAmA
You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain
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AI 從音訊辨識的主旋律（以 A 調為 1，數字上下點為高低八度）。為自動估計、個別音可能有誤，僅供哼唱抓調參考，非正式樂譜。彈唱請看「和弦」分頁。
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曲解析
《Things Change》調性為 A 大調、速度約每分鐘 129 拍、整體情緒歡快。主要和弦為 A、D、Am、F#m。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
物換星移中反思成長與人性掙扎。
主題
人生際遇的變遷、金錢與價值觀的衝突、街頭文化與個人覺醒。
情緒
複雜糾結，包含對過去的懊悔、對現狀的堅定、對人性的疏離感，以及隱藏的自我救贖渴望。
意象與手法
以「hood money」（街頭錢）、「Benz」（賓士車）等具象符號象徵金錢與地位，透過「Pro Tools」（音樂製作軟體）暗喻創作與自我審視，運用「scarred since my nigga gone」（夥伴離世的傷痕）強化命運無常的主題。
重點句解讀
1. 「All money ain't good money, this I know」
警惕金錢的雙面性，暗示物質追求可能帶來道德腐蝕。
2. 「I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone」
失去同伴的創傷轉化為責任感，反映街頭文化中「替死黨背負遺志」的宿命。
3. 「The cash made some people start to change」
金錢扭曲人性，揭露社會結構中金錢對人際關係的破壞力。
4. 「You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain」
暗喻唯有經歷掙扎與背叛，才真正理解生存的殘酷現實。
適合情境
獨自面對人生轉折時的沉思、對社會現實的批判性觀看、或追尋自我價值的掙扎階段。
魔鏡站長解析
站長私房短評：打動人的地方、適合什麼時刻聽（產生後永久保存）。
歌曲冷知識
AI 依歌詞整理 3-4 點有趣觀察（產生後永久保存）。