Текст песни The World Is Changing - Hussein Fatal
[Singer]-oohhhh(hold
note)
[Voice]-
tell'em
where
you
come
in,
tell
that
fake
nigga
where
you
come
in
[Singer]-oohhhh(hold
note)
[Voice]-
y'all
bitch
niggaz
is
jealous,
I
see
a
whole
bunch
of
suckers
Verse
one
Won't
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
it's
heaven
for
g's,
m-11
to
squeeze
'Bout
an
ounce,
and
body
counts,
to
drop
pass
seven
degree's
I'm
a
neva
go
home,
blastin'
on
you
bitch
made
Jealous
ass
niggas,
switchin'
up
like
a
switch
blade
Life
is
what
you
make
it,
I'm
make
it
in
dope
My
dog
died
in
tail
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
Babbbyyy
it's
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
don't
fuck
wit
me,
they
won't
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
fuck'em
all
? Like
squad,
they
all
talked,
I
stuck'em
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
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'
'Cause,
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
niggas,
take
a
look
at
a
real
thug
And
see,
why
these
suckas
tryin'
ball
on
me,
me
god
Chorus
Makaveli
to
don,
kadafi
rest
in
peace
(Makaveli
to
don)
[Singer]-
will
I
live
or
will
I
die?
will
I
ever
see
the
light
The
world
is
changin',
ooohhhhh
Альбом
In the Line of Fire
1 M. O. B
2 Everyday
3 Friday
4 I Know the Rules
5 Outlaws
6 Time's Wastin'
7 What's Your Life Worth?
8 Getto Star
9 Take Your Time
10 The World Is Changing
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