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 - 陳秋霞
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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
CFmCFED#A#GmGAmAAmE
Bitch things, change, them stay the same
AmAAmEAmDm
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
DAAmGmAAm
I put that work in to win, no problem
ACmDm
All money ain't good money, this I know
GGmCmDmFA
But I still love hood money, I gets my dough
DAmAAmDm
And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church
AmAAmCCm
And still turned out ****ed up, I did so much dirt
CDmAmDm
Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work
FEDm
Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt
DAAmDm
On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose
ECA
Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface
AmAAmF
I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets
GDmFEmAm
Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete
CGm
It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat
GDmCEm
On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat
AmAAmF
Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet
DmFDmFmDm
Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat
ADmAm
I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite
FFmFDmEmCGAmDmFEmAmAAmDmAGmAmDmGDmGDmADmA
But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go
AmAAmGmAmF#mAmCGDm
Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon
FDmEm
is a first class ticket to a lesson
CAmDmDA
I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection
EBm
That's why I bring the Benz to impress him
GBmAmA#E
{?} my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones
AEAE
Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong
AmEEmAmEA
Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard
AmEAmDAAmGm
But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God
AAm
Either that or rob you on your boulevard
DmGmD
Bet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God
F#mDmDAmAAm
I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone
DmAmC
HP tatted on me so his memory lives on
DC
Engagin in drama without your bomber'll
DmAFDm
be funeral arrangements for your momma
FEmEAmDA
I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna
AmDmEEmAAmAAmFGmDmFCAmACDmGDmGEmAAmFCmFDmCAmADmAAmFFmF
Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga
DmAAm
What nobody knows, all the roads you go through
Dm
You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you
FEmAm
Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs
Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?
DAmGmAAm
That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools
DmD
There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes
DmGDCDmF#m
Or tell the tale that my heart contains
AAmAAmAAm
I explain, so many different parts of pain
F#mAm
I'm clean, but still some marks remain
CDmAm
From the past, when that kush shit sparks the brain
FDmFmEmC
The cash made some people start to change
DAm
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 小調、速度約每分鐘 161 拍、整體情緒激昂。主要和弦為 Am、Dm、A、F。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
歌曲探討人生際遇的變遷與成長中的矛盾。
主題
個人從底層掙扎到成功後的反思，揭露社會現實、金錢與道德的衝突，以及過去傷痛對當下的影響。
情緒
掙扎、反思、決心、矛盾、憤怒。
意象與手法
運用街頭文化符號（如Benz、Range Rover）、暴力與傷痛的意象、回憶與現實的對比、金錢對人性的影響，透過自白式敘事展現內心掙扎。
重點句解讀
1. 「Bitch things, change, them stay the same」
原文短句展現對命運的無奈，表面說「事情改變了」，實則暗示本質未變，反映對現實的嘲諷與無力感。
2. 「All money ain't good money, this I know」
剖析金錢的雙面性，即使不義之財也難以抗拒，凸顯社會底層為生存而妥協的矛盾。
3. 「I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna」
童年偶像象徵理想，與現實的暴力、金錢糾葛形成強烈對比，隱喻價值觀被現實扭曲。
4. 「The cash made some people start to change」
直指金錢對人性的腐蝕，揭示成功後親友關係的異化與道德滑坡。
適合情境
適合在反思人生轉折、面對社會現實或個人成長掙扎時聆聽，亦適用於需激勵鬥志或沉澱情緒的場合。
魔鏡站長解析
魔鏡站長
這首歌收錄在電影原聲帶裡，雖然曲風充滿了街頭硬派的節奏感，但我卻在那股強勢的饒舌聲浪中，聽見了一種對自我成長的深刻反思。歌詞談論的並非單純的財富累積，而是人在經歷過那段混亂、衝撞與充滿傷痕的歲月後，如何學會與過去的自己和解。那種在霓虹燈火與現實掙扎間擺盪的孤獨感，透過歌手的敘述，顯得特別真實且沉重。
我很喜歡裡頭關於物是人非的體悟，即便身處的環境與物質條件已經徹底翻轉，內心深處卻仍留著舊時的印記，那種複雜的矛盾心理，其實每個人在人生不同階段都曾感受過。當你獨自在深夜開車，或是對著鏡子審視自己一路走來的模樣時，這首歌會是一個很好的陪伴。它不提供廉價的慰藉，而是像個老朋友般，提醒著我們，無論外在的世界如何更迭，唯有保持那顆清醒且堅韌的心，才是面對變動唯一的解方。這不僅僅是關於成功，更是關於如何守住靈魂的本質。
歌曲冷知識
・歌詞透過「金錢」作為核心軸線，探討財富增長後人性與環境變遷的複雜矛盾。
・文中運用大量街頭俚語與意象，生動描繪從困頓街區走向成功之路的心理轉折。
・歌詞巧妙對比了過去沉溺於街頭紛爭的黑暗面，與現在追求物質成就的現實感。
・全曲重複強調「事物會變但本質不變」的哲理，反映出即便身處高位仍保有街頭生存法則的韌性。