Hussein Fatal & New Child & 2Pac
Hussein Fatal & Young Noble
Hussein Fatal & Phats Bossalini & Young Noble
Hussein Fatal
Hussein Fatal
Hussein Fatal & Young Noble & Napoleon (Outlawz)
Hussein Fatal
Hussein Fatal & Snypaz
Hussein Fatal
Hussein Fatal & Young Noble & E.D.I. Mean
Hussein Fatal & Scarface
Hussein Fatal
Hussein Fatal
Hussein Fatal
[Intro: Hussein Fatal]
If you look death eye to eye and wake up
Some of us ain't fortunate to make it back when tragedy strike you know (All about the thug life)
Sometime you gotta take that shit and run with it (All about the thug life)
[Verse 1: Hussein Fatal]
Thirteen when I started, coldhearted and curious
To the streets, gotta eat with every part of me serious
Holdin' guns for reasons, believin' it was the thug in me
All about the love until the slugs hit me
Don't wanna die so I open my eyes
Chokin' on air, gaspin' and I hope I'm alive
Chalked my sneakers, shit even chalked my hat
Is this the path to the pearly gates? I'm walkin' back
Why it had to be me lord when they sprayed this bitch
I ain't ask for this life, I was gave this shit
Is it wrong packin' my heat when I ain't raised this shit?
I'm tired on my tombstone, engrave this shit
We all gotta eat I die if you take this from me
I'm hungry, so I ride tryna make this money
If that's a sin then fuck it I'ma die wit' stripes
But touch me lord and keep me in yo' eyes tonight
[Chorus: Hussein Fatal]
Callin' my kids they don't walk back to me
Talk to my dogs and they don't talk back to me
Try to hug my moms and she walk right through me
Damn I think I'm dead y'all, I might be dead y'all
Callin' my kids they don't walk back to me
Talk to my dogs and they don't talk back to me
Try to hug my moms and she walk right through me
Damn I think I'm dead y'all, I might be dead y'all
[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
I wake up in the hospital codeined out
IV's in my veins like I'm coke fiend out
I'm outside of my body, I see myself
But I can't talk to nobody or be myself
I feel nothin' but tears from my mothers cheek
Droppin' on my arm when she tell my little brother I'm 'sleep
I try to feel her, and touch her but it's just not real
Will it surprise my pops when they say I just got killed?
Shed some light on me lord, let it ease the pain
Put somethin' in my heart, and let me breathe again
'Cause it's just the little tiny kids who need Hussein
And I ain't playin' no more, I don't need the game
It's time to pull your pants fight the war on life
You got a lost soul nigga? Then give yours to christ
'Cause I'ma take mine when I wake and do it surely right
Give me my soul back please, let me enjoy my life
[Chorus: Hussein Fatal]
Call my kids they don't walk back to me
Talk to my dogs and they don't talk back to me
Try to hug my moms and she walk right through me
Damn I think I'm dead y'all, I might be dead y'all
Call my kids they don't walk back to me
Talk to my dogs and they don't talk back to me
Try to hug my moms and she walk right through me
Damn I think I'm dead y'all, I might be dead y'all
[Verse 3: Hussein Fatal]
These bastards didn't hit me off I'm in the casket
They just did surgery, I'm watchin how they murdered me
My little brother think I'ma pull through
And grandma I know, you know, it ain't no way I could fool you
My daughter got no fears now she can see me clear
Tryna touch me, her mother thinks she fuckin with the cheers
Just when you look back it was a memory
I don't want y'all to mourn no more, shit, just remember me
I'm puttin' it down hard, legal or illegally
Nigga gotta get his chips, either way you readin' me
Uhn, caught up with me, hit me
Prayin to god so the demons won't come and get me
Fold my arms I don't love this life
It ain't no slippin' when you thug for life (I can't cry now)
Fold my arms I don't love this life
It ain't no slippin' when you thug for life
[Chorus: Hussein Fatal]
Call my kids they don't walk back to me
Talk to my dogs and they don't talk back to me
Try to hug my moms and she walkin' right through me
Damn I think I'm dead y'all, I might be dead y'all
Call my kids they don't walk back to me
Talk to my dogs and they don't talk back to me
Try to hug my moms and she walkin' right through me
Damn I think I'm dead y'all, I might be dead y'all
[Outro:]
All about the thug life
Yeah yeah yeah
Thug life
All about the... All about the...
Thug life
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
All about...
The thug life
Yeah yeah
All about the
All about the... all about the...
Thug life oh yeah
About the thug life
About the thug life
DOA was written by Hussein Fatal.
DOA was produced by Mr. Lee.