'll change your mind Give me a bullet and I'll change your life Remember, surrender, the time is now Continue, we're in you And we will burn your cities down America is
M-O-B Killin' bustaz is my motherfuckin' job, him or me Lyrically fatally driven, niggaz reported missin' My competition dead or in prison, as the world turns As the world
I know, I'll change, if yah help me but don't fall apart Rest in peace to Latasha, Little Yummy, and Kato To much for this cold world to take, ended up being fatal
And what ever it is then that's what is gonna be nigga Hussein Fatal, the outlaw don, blood in my eyes Shyea', Triple O stand up, got your mind's back
fo' sending '50' to hell If I lay banks down, yayo, going down Fatal' will help him write his raps in brown Black Child is black now, Rule is crack sells
the specialist Professional professor at this rap science Up in the laboratory, here's why your small rhyme bore me Store bought rap ain't shit, my category Is
ease another Force of habit - change your will Fatal fascination - deadly addiction Downward spiral - into the depths of despair What is this life without
Written by babyface (1997) Performed by en vogue Nobody touches my heart like you do I swear I'm just hopelessly fatal for you 'cause I can't go through
ear drums pop, pop, pop Watch your ear drums pop, pop Got this rap shit locked Planet Asia, ain't a damn thing changed Changed, changed, changed The
You were the world to me When I used to hate myself for trying Now relying on you for direction, seems so trite Your attitude was quick to change when
my thuggs, all around the muthafuckin' county nation World wide, keep on sittin' in the back, wit that yack Keepin' it real, y'all know who it go dowwnnnnnnn Fatal
Wit your air-tight vaccuum lungs Got your stupid ass ? ? , chewin gum, bitin your tongue Bleedin, what is it that you're really needin Is it fresh air
Wit your air-tight vaccuum lungs Got your stupid ass ? ?, chewin gum, bitin your tongue Bleedin, what is it that you're really needin Is it fresh air
longer take it, senses tattered and torn Hopeless surrender, obsession's got me beat Losing the will to live, admitting complete defeat Fatal descent
bartender two hundred dollars just for keeping The ice cold, yeah we were legends and we still are Two hundred fallen angels, we balling from every angle Heavy bag gold, panamania changed
Got me laid up on my nuts like kapow B O B Boy's fast as Bruce Leroy Meet the rap Galactus, blow planets off his axis My glock is plastic, my dick is
jail fo' sending "50" to hell If I lay banks down yayo going tell Fatal' will help him write his raps in brown Black Child is Black now, Rule is crack
everythin' You been taught you must unlearn With one turn of the world, one fatal stroke I'd have lost all hope now I'm goin' for broke So my new motto is
