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 - 房祖名
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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
EmF#A#G#EmBmGDA#G#mEGF#EmBmCmG#D#mBm
Bitch things, change, them stay the same
A#mEmD#EGCG#m
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
C#mFmEmEGE
I put that work in to win, no problem
AmEmD#CmFmA#
All money ain't good money, this I know
D#CGGmA#B
But I still love hood money, I gets my dough
G#mEEmDD#
And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church
EmEGD#
And still turned out ****ed up, I did so much dirt
GmBBmGB
Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work
EmA#mF#G#mG#Em
Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt
A#mGBmBED#m
On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose
BmBEmCmGmG
Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface
G#mCmEmG
I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets
F#EmA#mEBEm
Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete
GD#G#G#mEmG
It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat
BD#F#GEm
On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat
BC#mED#G
Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet
AG#mEmF#mEm
Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat
GCmG#mD#BE
I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite
EmGEmC#G#mEmBCF#EmBD#G#mEmCEmC#EmD#GmBEmD#A#mGEEmF#G#mC#mEmFmEmBG
But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go
EmG#mEmGAEEmFmFGGmG#mDD#m
Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon
A#BmA#mB
is a first class ticket to a lesson
F#mEC#EmGCmC#m
I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection
G#EmED#mD#
That's why I bring the Benz to impress him
EEmGD#mEmD#
{?} my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones
D#mGBGD#mB
Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong
EGG#EmDmA#
Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard
D#CGFmEmFmBm
But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God
GEmFmG
Either that or rob you on your boulevard
BEmBEmG#mGmB
Bet you never thought for a second niggas'd pull your card God
EmG#mEmBm
I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone
D#GBEmCmBmF#Em
HP tatted on me so his memory lives on
BFmA#mG
Engagin in drama without your bomber'll
F#GGm
be funeral arrangements for your momma
CmA#ED#mEm
I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna
BmD#EmCmA#mBDmBAEG#GGmBCGmG#mA#mFmD#BCmGEmA#mGAA#EAmEmED#mEGBCGmEmEEmEG#mGD#EmEGm
Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga
FBGEm
What nobody knows, all the roads you go through
GFmBEGEmD#m
You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you
F#mEA#EmE
Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs
G#mEmG#Em
Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?
GmC#EmD#m
That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools
GmGF#mBmGBGm
There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes
CGBEm
Or tell the tale that my heart contains
C#mEEmBmGCm
I explain, so many different parts of pain
AmC#A#mE
I'm clean, but still some marks remain
BmCEG#mGFm
From the past, when that kush shit sparks the brain
BEmCmAmE
The cash made some people start to change
CEGmCEmB
I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range
F#BF#GC#
Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same
EmFmBG
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
和弦由 AI 自動分析音訊產生（自動辨識，僅供參考）。
AI 從音訊辨識的主旋律（以 B 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 B 大調、速度約每分鐘 129 拍、整體情緒歡快。主要和弦為 Em、G、B、E。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
在環境與自我的掙扎中尋求成長與自我認同。
主題
探討成長過程中的道德困境、社會壓力與個人價值觀的轉變，以及對過去行為的反思與救贖。
情緒
矛盾、掙扎、反思、堅定，夾雜對過去的悔恨與對未來的決心。
意象與手法
運用「Benz（賓士車）」「Range Rover（ RANGE ROVER）」等物質符號象徵財富與社會地位，以「scarred（傷痕）」「pirahna（食人魚）」隱喻傷痛與貪婪，透過過去與現在的對比展現人性的複雜性。
重點句解讀
1. 「I put that work in to win, no problem」
強調以努力爭取成功，反映對現實的認同與奮鬥意志。
2. 「The cash made some people start to change」
揭露金錢對人性的腐蝕，批判物質主義對人際關係的影響。
3. 「I'm clean, but still some marks remain」
象徵即使努力洗去過去，傷痕仍深植內心，凸顯自我救贖的艱難。
4. 「You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain」
以「chain（鎖鏈）」隱喻權力與責任，暗示成長需承擔過去的代價。
適合情境
獨處沉思時、面對人生轉折點、需激勵自我突破時，或反思社會現象與個人價值觀的時刻。
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）。