As the World Turns

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