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]
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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
ADAE
Bitch things, change, them stay the same
EmEAC#
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
EC#C#mF#
I put that work in to win, no problem
BmF#m
All money ain't good money, this I know
EmE
But I still love hood money, I gets my dough
A
And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church
EDF#m
And still turned out ****ed up, I did so much dirt
EAmA
Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work
EmE
Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt
AAm
On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose
AC#mEF#
Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface
BmEB
I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets
EmC#mF#mA
Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete
F#mG#m
It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat
F#mC#m
On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat
F#mEC#m
Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet
F#F#m
Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat
EmC#mE
I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite
F#mABBmC#mF#mG#mEBmEADAF#mAE
But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go
AEC#mF#BmE
Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon
BmA
is a first class ticket to a lesson
I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection
C#mF#m
That's why I bring the Benz to impress him
E
{?} my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones
A
Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong
F#m
Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard
C#mF#m
But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God
C#m
Either that or rob you on your boulevard
C#F#m
Bet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God
EmC#mE
I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone
BmF#mABBmC#m
HP tatted on me so his memory lives on
BmG#m
Engagin in drama without your bomber'll
EBm
be funeral arrangements for your momma
EA
I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna
DAF#mAEAE
Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga
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
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曲解析
《Things Change》調性為 A 大調、速度約每分鐘 92 拍、整體情緒溫暖。主要和弦為 A、E、F#m、C#m。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
物換星移中掙扎求存，金錢與人性的矛盾始終未解。
主題
探討社會底層生存的掙扎、金錢對人性的異化，以及個人在環境與自我之間的掙扎與成長。
情緒
充滿不滿與控訴的怒氣、對過去的悔恨與反思、對現實的無奈，以及隱藏的堅強與自省。
意象與手法
以「money」為核心隱喻，對比「hood money」與「cash」的雙重性；運用「Benz」（賓士車）象徵地位，「Range」（Range Rover）暗示財富，並透過「scarred」（傷痕）與「tatted」（刺青）具象化記憶與創傷。
重點句解讀
1. 「All money ain't good money, this I know」
翻譯「並非所有錢都是好錢，我知道。」
解析直指金錢的道德矛盾，暗示賺錢方式可能違背良知，反映社會底層的生存困境。
2. 「I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna」
翻譯「我從穿睡衣觀看麥可與麥當娜時就學會了。」
解析用流行文化符號隱喻年輕時的娛樂與價值觀形成，暗示理想與現實的落差。
3. 「You ain't really got the heart to bang」
翻譯「你並沒有真正的心態去對抗。」
解析批判缺乏決心與行動力的人，反映幫派文化中「硬起來」的生存哲學。
4. 「I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range」
翻
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）。