Lyrics The World Is Changing - Hussein Fatal

The World Is Changing

— tellem where you come in, tell that fake nigga where you come in -oohhhh (hold note)
— yall bitch niggaz is jealous, I see a whole bunch of suckers
Verse one
Wont you niggas, 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 muthafucker 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 its heaven for gs, m-11 to squeeze
bout an ounce, and body counts, to drop pass seven degrees
Im a neva go home, blastin on you bitch made
Jealous ass niggas, switchin up like a switch blade
Life is what you make it, Im make it in dope
My dog died in tail cell, shakin from rope
Its 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
— life aint what, it used to be Babbbyyy its so easy, 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 dont fuck wit me, they wont bust at you
I been from cali, sac the bay area and back
In this world thats all black, more critical wit tha mack
Are russian war, kick it they bitches and fuckem all
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like squad, they all talked, I stuckem all
Yall niggas goin despice 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 Verse three
Bumpin, jumpin from jeerz, wit these thugs that hide tens
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 dont 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 dont touch her
Must cha make suicidal threats, to cuff her
You aint a playa (nigga), while you ridin a bitch
And aint a ridah, now yous a sucka and ya pride is clinched
Once she go thug, so always be thugged
Remember that son, all I want is action
Wont hesitate to clap one, the east and the west
Got me packed and stressed, but through the pain
All Im tryin to, is gain happiness
Why dont you niggas, take a look at a real thug
And see, why these suckas tryin ball on me, me god
Makaveli to don, kadafi rest in peace
(makaveli to don)
— will I live or will I die?
will I ever see the light
The world is changin, ooohhhhh