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2Pac - As the World Turns lyrics
[2Pac] As the world turns.. As the world turns my niggaz grow and grow and grow and get dough and roll and ride Niggaz die and mommas cry Niggaz got alibis and suicides and homicides and three strikes and yo' life and my life and times change And niggaz fame, as the world turns.. Though I walk thru the valley of hell the shadow follows me Wisdom hard to swallow tomorrow expect apologies You probably panic, stranded in search of a better planet Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted and still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me I pray to black Jesus to please take the rest of me And still, the best of us build, and reach monetary gains Some of us kill, but still, most of us can change if we search deeper, god bless the hustler, curse the first sleeper Enemies get beside me, flows go deeper inside We we ride plots keep all my enemies blinded Time will soon show, a thought can last for years Outshinin them fakes smile plastic tears like last year, niggaz stuck in the past, and it's clear Just some busta ass bastards allergic to cash this year Makaveli for the Mob, 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... Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper, (Tupac - in background) (Turns.. turns, turns, turns, and turns My niggaz grow and grow and grow and gettin dough and dough and dough from this state to that state from this cell to that cell, as the world turns) As the world keeps turnin round and round It's gon' be goin round as the world turns.. and steady turnin [Young Noble] As the world turn burnin paths, starin through my rearview It's a war goin on, and the President is in too I hear Tu-Pac sayin, "Watch em they'll kill you" Sippin Thug Passion, scrub actin like he feel you Steady plottin, ready or not; Outlawz lost but not forgotten, from Gittere to Compton A spitter of the hotness, long timeness So like six I ain't never been rich I need cream, to buy Ellene a dream house She no longer fiend out y'all, Outlawww [Napoleon] Another lonely nigga with a 12-gage pump with a 12-hour rush to run and get this money, fuck these punks Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf I ride or die for Makaveli the legendary war thug nigga Kadafi betta unslug this nigga, Seike betta undrug this nigga Out of the buildin we street children with no souls Our hearts gon' stay cold, the war gon' stay on We serve em, like Pac told us to, catch em wet with the tec Hit em in the neck and watch him die like he supposed to Napoleon the front line soldier, front times over Rider for the mightly dollar rather drunk or sober Nigga talkin thug walkin all through yo' squad Y'all niggaz scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all It's like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don't play homie Better be prepared than try to dunk away from these strays homie Worlds turn, thangs burn, all in one shot Rest in peace to the fallen soldiers, all that we got As the world turns.. Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper, (Tupac - in background) (And my niggaz roll and ride, hahaha Niggaz gettin swoll out And it don't stop and it don't quit That real shit! As the world turns.. Niggaz die for How many you niggaz try for this? As the world turns Murderin methods.. haha OUTLAW!) As the world keeps turnin round and round It's gon' be goin round as the world turns.. and steady turnin As the world keeps turnin round and round It's gon' be goin round as the world turns.. [E.D.I. Amin] Only haters caught feelings, when my homie caught millions And acquired the desired status of boss livin We cross driven, cornered into a life that's hellish Payin our dues with bloodshed, ain't shit y'all could tell us Fellas - mount up, it's time for battle, it's on now Two worlds collidin armies ridin soldiers, gone wild Sometimes I think my glory days was back in my youth I sought too for family, but I got it lost in these ounces Now as the world turns court adjourns, I'm sentenced to burn The cost of my sins too much, nuttin left to earn [Kadafi] October 9th 1977 first day out my baby carriage Married my Mack-11 hit the block playin Only five years up in this bitch, poppa runnin from the Feds Puttin peanut butter on the walls to hide his prints Me on my own, not yet grown but only man of the home to protect my zone in these streets I roam Dough on d-low, downin straight shots of Cristal Brothers Hundred dollar snot box on cee-lo, fuck eighth I need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state Got the drop on the spot, movin pounds of weight Fuck my fate and lots of loot to burn, a hustler's yearn for this dirty money earned as this crooked world turns Chorus: Darryl 'Big D' Harper (repeats as Tupac speaks) [2Pac] Hahaha.. as the world turns.. and turns and turns and turns.. haha This for the soldiers out there involved in the everyday struggle Hopin to bubble, keep on hustlin, as the world turns Money come and go, hoes come and go, foes come and go Friends come and go.. my soldiers, stay eternal Outlaw Immortalz, dedicated I send this to black Jesus, only he can feed us When you need us, as the world turns Throw this shit in the deck, hahah Niggaz gettin chin checked From the East to the West best to wear a vest Nigga we ain't the ones to test, fuck you As the world turns Outlaw ridahs, Mutah right beside us Camillion, wanna make a million Haha legit, as the world turns.. haha.. Burn baby burn [Napoleon] A lot of niggaz get burned as the world turns A lot of niggaz gettin burned as the world turns.. Gettin burned as the world turns |
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