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2pac – as the world turns (og original version) lyrics


[intro: 2pac]
as the world turns…
as the world turns my n-ggas grow and grow and grow
and get dough and roll and ride
n-ggas die and mommas cry
n-ggas got alibis and suicides and homicides
and three strikes and yo’ life and my life and times change
and n-ggas fame, as the world turns…

[verse 1: 2pac]
though i walk through the valley of h-ll 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 k!ll, 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 poseidon
when we ride, plots keep all my enemies blinded
time will soon show, a thought can last for years
outshinin’ your fake smiles, plastic tears
like last year, n-ggas stuck in the past, and it’s clear
just some busta -ss b-st-rds allergic to cash this year
makaveli for the mob, m.o.b
k!llin’ busters is my motherf-ckin’ job, him or me
lyrically fatally driven, n-ggas reported missin’
my compet-tion dead or in prison, as the world turns…

[hook: (darryl ‘big d’ harper) & 2pac]
turns, turns, turns, turns and turns
my n-ggas grow and grow and grow
(as the world turns)
gettin’ dough and dough and dough
from this state to that state
from this cell to that cell, (as the world turns)

[verse 2: kastro & (2pac)]
ain’t no frontin’ me i see my f-cking soul, right in front of me
yo pac cover me, i’m in this thang for the luxury
w-ssup with me i’m f-ckin’ chilling, dreams of millions (ya moms in this b-tch)
time to keep my green buildings, maintained with no fillings
for these weak motherf-ckers, my heat street suckers (weak -ss tricks)
new street geek plucka’, a long wrap without a rubba’
listen to my bompton, outlaw blast the compton, gettin’ half in pumpin (jersey in this b-tch)
i cluck the razor slap it chocolate, hey now
got a lotta g’s on the way now, marcy and paydown
my n-ggas blownin’ up, getting paid now

[verse 3: hussein fatal]
precision in my favors, unanimous decision
f-ck a religion dead on collision with the walls of prison
a street mercenary, lieutenant penned it
move it down like emmett, only five minutes in it
got my town extended, sadam hussan
a big san, san wan, i’m the first the bomb
dear mama i disrespected ways to your v-g-n-
household de-ca, when the cops was behind ya’
some n-ggas got crippled, money still gettin’ tripled
suckers’ll stick you, i keep my hands on the pistol
it’s drastic, n-ggas’ll set you up for the casket
fake teardrops, real closed casket they got it mastered
unprofessionally, i crawl with aggressional
thoughts me and my gats, climbs apps like a s-xual
for this pain and agony, i feel allegated gravity
and my heart hurt, like i got voodoo pins stabbin’ me
(ooh, sh-t)

[pre-hook: 2pac]
rest in peace soldier (rest in peace soldier)

[hook: darryl ‘big d’ harper & (2pac)]
as the world turns
(and my n-ggas roll by, hahaha)
as the world turns
(n-ggas get a swoll eye, and it don’t stop and it don’t quit
that real sh-t!)
as the world turns
(n-ggas die for this, how many you n-ggas try to this?)
as the world turns
(murderin’ methods.. haha, outlaw!)

[verse 4: 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 h-llish
payin’ our dues with bloodshed, ain’t sh-t y’all could tell us
fellas – mount up, it’s time for battle, it’s on now
two worlds collidin’, armies ridin’, soldiers born 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, nothin’ left to earn

[verse 5: kadafi]
october 9th 1977 first day out my baby carriage
married my mac-11 hit the block playin’
only five years up in this b-tch, papa runnin’ from the feds
puttin’ peanut b-tter 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
100 dollar snot box on cee-lo, f-ck eighth
i need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state
got the drop on the spot, movin’ pounds of weight
f-ck my fate and lots of loot to burn, a hustler’s yearn
for this dirty money earned as this crooked world turns

[outro: 2pac]
aye-yo! (as the world turns)
which one of y’all n-ggas out there gettin’ money out there
who gettin’ money, real g’s n-gga!
f-ck that lil’ five hundred ten dollar sh-t that lil’ hundred dollar sh-t
i’m talkin’ bout brand new creep
black jesus, i know he sees and only he can feed us
i believe you, you believe us
only leaders no followers
all these n-ggas tryna’ get his advice but they swallow us whole
i take yo’ soul n-gga lost control, is ya’ bad and bold?
(haha), my .44 go, four-four, and they drop
when a n-gga picture all you using a cop (haha)
anybody that try to stop me take me off this planet i can’t stand you trick -ss n-ggas if you try to ban this here
have no fear the outlawz have come n-gga disappear when we run (b-tch -ss)
when we come when we ride
suicides and homicides is what we supply
n-ggas die don’t cry now (as the world turns)
you die now (outlaw riders)
what you found, n-ggas from the pound, three fifty-seven, all the way to heaven (haha)
my mac-11 keep these n-ggas breathin’, who do you believe in?
only he can see us, black jesus
haha, yes, yes, as the world turns (as the world turns)
tha outlawz, ghetto stars, makaveli the don, yes
death row, haha
death row gave birth to a new seed, makaveli records
feel me now, yeah (especially with mobb deep)
no doubt, lil’ napoleon is this bi-yatch
with a big -ss four-five bigger than him (haha)
n-ggas don’t want it (outlawz n-gga)
westside, n-gga, we got jersey
we got the bay to la, best side
westside (y’all know what time it is)
when you close your eyes and wake up in the morning
i’ll be there to bless you