Fatal Hussein - The World Is Changing lyrics

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<b>The World Is Changing</b> by <i>Fatal Hussein</i><br />

[Singer] oohhhh

[Voice] Tell 'em where you come in, tell that fake nigga where you come in

[Singer] oohhhh

[Voice] Yall bitch niggaz is jealous, I see a whole bunch of suckers

[Verse One]

Won't you niggaz, take a look at a real thug

And see why, ya bitches get suspicious and peal slugs, at me

Til the day I die, high motherfucker tryin'

To think of somethin', other then dyin'

What the fuck could you do me, but laugh and diss

Stay in your place, while a real playa mash to this

I know it's heaven for G's, M-11 to squeeze

Bout an ounce, and body counts, to drop pass seven degrees

I'm a neva go home, blastin' on you bitch made

Jealous ass niggaz, switchin' up like a switch blade

Life is what you make it, I'm make it in dope

My dog died in jail cell, shakin' from rope

It's only one way out the game, and I suggest you stay

From escapade, profess you chest and laid

Put ya guns down, shoot for revolution, and mash

In other words, keep your shit cocked shootin' for cash

[Chorus - singer]

Life ain't what, it used to be

Things ain't the way they used to be, the world is changin'

Will I live or will I die? Will I ever see the light?

The world is changin'

[Verse Two]

My next kin to crew, is a selected few

If you don't fuck wit me, they won't bust at you

I been from Cali, Sac the Bay Area and back

In this world that's all black, more critical wit the mack

I rush 'em all, kick it to they bitches and fuck 'em all

Evil eye ya squad, they all soft, I stuck em 'all

Yall niggaz gon' despise on me, makin' thugs out you suckas

Come and ride for me, dyin' is the hardest part of livin' ya life

Talkin' slick, after tellin' me that bitch was ya wife

So your fiancee, probably goin' wild for me

I write a letter to my un-born child

And tell my baby girl to smile for me

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]

Bumpin', jumpin' from jeerz, wit these thugs that hide ten's

On they hips six-shooters, inside a buggy-I Benz

Approach hard, slidin' speed roads, from the coast guard

Better warn you, befo I put somethin' on you

And it your folks hard, that Henny mix

Rappers fire quick like twenty blix, any click beefin'

Cuz, they don't city wit, loves goin' get cha

Hussein been it, affendin' ya little dogs

Puttin' thugs on a stretcher, so suffer

Look at her wiggle, and don't touch her

Must cha make suicidal threats, to cuff her

You ain't a playa(nigga), while you ridin' a bitch

And ain't a ridah, now you's a sucka and ya pride is clinched

Once she go thug, so always be thugged

Remember that son, all I want is action

Won't hesitate to clap one, the east and the west

Got me packed and stressed, but through the pain

All I'm tryin' to, is gain happiness

Why don't you niggaz, take a look at a real thug

And see, why these suckas tryin' ball on me, me god {*echoes*}

[Chorus]

Makaveli the Don, Killa Khadafi rest in peace

Makaveli the Don {*echoes*}

[Singer]

Will I live or will I die? Will I ever see the light

The world is changin', ooohhhhh