As the World Turns (OG) Songtext
von 2Pac & Outlawz
As the World Turns (OG) Songtext
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 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 deep as Posiedon
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
As the world keeps turnin′ round and round
As the world turns
And steady turnin'
As the world turn burnin′ paths
Starin' through my rear view
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, Outlaw
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
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
(Murderin' methods, Outlaw)
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
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
As the world turns
And turns, and turns, and turns
...keeps turnin' round and round
It′s gon' be goin' round turns
As the world turns
And turns, and turns, and turns
It′s gon′ be goin' round turns
And stay turns
As the world keeps turnin′ round and round
It's gon′ be goin' round turns
As the world keeps turnin′ round and round
It's gon' be goin′ round turns
And stay turns
As the world keeps turnin′ round and round
(Camillion, wanna make a million)
(Legit, as the world turns)
(As the world keeps turnin' round and round)
(Burn baby burn)
A lot of niggaz get burned as the world turns
A lot of niggaz gettin′ burned 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 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 deep as Posiedon
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
As the world keeps turnin′ round and round
As the world turns
And steady turnin'
As the world turn burnin′ paths
Starin' through my rear view
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, Outlaw
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
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
(Murderin' methods, Outlaw)
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
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
As the world turns
And turns, and turns, and turns
...keeps turnin' round and round
It′s gon' be goin' round turns
As the world turns
And turns, and turns, and turns
It′s gon′ be goin' round turns
And stay turns
As the world keeps turnin′ round and round
It's gon′ be goin' round turns
As the world keeps turnin′ round and round
It's gon' be goin′ round turns
And stay turns
As the world keeps turnin′ round and round
(Camillion, wanna make a million)
(Legit, as the world turns)
(As the world keeps turnin' round and round)
(Burn baby burn)
A lot of niggaz get burned as the world turns
A lot of niggaz gettin′ burned as the world turns
Writer(s): Marvin Darrell Harper, Bruce Washington, Rufus Lee Cooper, Mutah W. Beale, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Malcolm R. Greenidge, Yafeu A. Fula Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
