2 Pac

[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 one shot
Rest in peace to the fallen soldiers, all that we got