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As the World Turns

Artist:2Pac  Album:Still I Rise 

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(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

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