As the world turns

As the world turns my niggaz grow and grow and grow

And get dough and roll and rideNiggaz 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