M.G. (Producer) - What Happened To The World lyrics

[Intro] Let us turn back the pages of history and start.. From the very beginning.. [What Happened To The World ♫♫] [The Jacka] What happened? I don't know, we fought then I clapped him Before I murked the n***a he was in a circle rappin' My pride is all I got, when I travel gotta sav it out Why you smilin' when it ain't sh** to laugh about A empty clip after 7 shots blasted out It's harder sh** fall asleep every time I sit So go hard everyday cuz this can be it I'll go far as to say I am in it thick The world ain't the same so why even trip Why care? I'm still here cuz I'm caught up in The world, it was very different then My words, owe it all to the tip of my pen I know it's hard, livin' in the ghetto man But bein' broke is the life I'll never live again I know it's hard, but it haven't always been Forgive me God, I'd save the world but I'm just a man [The Jacka] What happened? To the world is my biggest question You got 3 or 4 straps and still feel threatened Check 3 or 4 traps, I got skrill waitin' You got a lot of fly sh**, but your bills late You n***as never try sh**, but you will hate I catch ya, I'ma turn ya a** into shark bait Over the San Mateo bridge or the Golden Gate The golden rule I'm a fool, squares don't relate I need mine right now I'll never wait Yellow tape, another notch for the murder rate Another day another steak on my children's plate The new king the new great Sirat al-Mustaqim, It's Ramadan I'm about to break I suggest you find Islam before it's too late I'm about to mow the lawn so I can see the snakes Catch them while they sleep then empty out on they place Any givin' day a hundred rounds in ya face [The Jacka] While you was playin' with transformers and go-bots We was d-boys transformin' on stove-tops Young d-boys transportin' that old rock I could've sworn we seen a lot It's cold and it's raining, but I'm still on the spot Posted in the cut watching all the fiends rot When I was in school I just stared at the clock Tryna get it over soon doomed from the start You can keep your shoes, just want your j**els before we part Don't make me empty out this clip on your maroon heart Well groomed, don't a**ume every n***a is a mark Got the .40 on my waist and the cater in the Lark, n***a