Fatal Hussein: The world is changing

[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 thats 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