As the World Turns Lyrics By 2Pac
As the world turns
As the world turns my **** grow and grow and grow
And get dough and roll and ride
**** die and mamas cry
**** got alibis and suicides and homicides
And three strikes and your life and my life and times change
And **** fame
As the world turns
Though I walk through 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 beside
When we ride plots keep all my enemies blinded
Time will soon show, a thought can last for years
Outshining your fakes smiles, plastic tears
Like last year, **** stuck in the past
And it's clear, just some buster ass bastards allergic to cash this year
Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-B
Killing busters is my motherfucking job, him or me
Lyrically fatally driven, **** reported missing
My competition dead or in prison
As the world turns
As the world keeps turning round and round
It's going, going round and round, it's turned
Getting dough and dough and dough
And steady turning
From this state to that state, from this cell to that cell
As the world turns
Burning paths, staring through my rear view
It's a war going on, and the President is here too
I hear 2Pac saying, watch 'em they'll kill you
Sipping Thug Passion, scrub acting like he feel you
Steady plotting, ready or not
Outlaws lost but not forgotten
From gittera 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, Outlaw
Another lonely **** with a 12-gauge 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 ****
Kadafi better unslug this ****, Seike better undrug this ****
Out of the building we street children with no souls
Our hearts gone stay cold, the war gone 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 mighty dollar rather drunk or sober
**** talking, thug walking, all through your squad
Y'all **** scared by a dog, I got my four-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot heated day, homie
Warfare, don't play, homie
Better be prepared than try to duck away from these strays, homie
Worlds turn, things burn, all in one shot
Rest in peace to the fallen soldiers, all that we got
As the world turns
As the world keeps turning round and round
It's going going round and round, it's turned
And it don't stop and it don't quit
A steady turning
That real shit
As the world keeps turning round and round
How many of you **** tried to do it?
It's going going round and round, it's turned
As the world turns
Murderer methods
Ha ha, outlaw
Only haters got feelings
When my homies caught millions
And acquired the desired status of boss living
We cross driven, cornered into a life that's hellish
Paying 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 colliding, armies riding, 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, nothing left to learn
October 9th, 1977, first day out my baby carriage
Married my MAC-11, hit the block playing
Only five years up in this bitch
Papa running from the Feds
Putting 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, downing straight shots of Christian Brothers
Hundred dollar stopwatch on cee-lo, fuck eighth
I need a kilo, got a plot, move my block downstate
Got the drop on the spot, moving 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
Ha ha, as the world turns
And turns and turns and turns, ha ha
As the world keeps turning round and round
It's going, going round and round, it's turned
This for the soldiers out there
Involved in every day struggle
Hoping to bubble, keep on hustling
As the world turns
As the world keeps turning round and round
Money come and go, hoes come and go
It's going, going round and round, it's turned
Foes come and go
Friends come and go
Steady turning
My soldiers, stay eternal
As the world keeps turning round and round
It's going, going round and round, it's turned
Outlaw immortals, dedicated
I send this to black Jesus, only he can feed us
When you need us
As the world turns
As the world keeps turning round and round
Throw this shit in the deck, ha ha
It's going, going round and round, it's turned
**** getting chin checked
From the East to the West, best to wear a vest
Steady turning
**** we ain't the ones to test, fuck you
As the world turns
As the world keeps turning round and round
Outlaw riders, Mutah right beside us
Camillion, want to make a million
Ha ha, legit
As the world turns
As the world keeps turning round and round
Ha ha
Burn, baby, burn
A lot of **** get burned as the world turns
A lot of **** gettin' burned as the world turns
As the world turns
As the world keeps turning round and round
