As the world turns— |
əz ðə wɜrld tɜrnz— |
As the world turns my niggas grow and grow and grow |
əz ðə wɜrld tɜrnz maɪ niggas groʊ ənd groʊ ənd groʊ |
And get dough and roll and ride |
ənd gɛt doʊ ənd roʊl ənd raɪd |
Niggas die and mommas cry |
Niggas daɪ ənd ˈmɑməz kraɪ |
Niggas got alibis and suicides and homicides |
Niggas gɑt ˈæləˌbaɪz ənd ˈsuəˌsaɪdz ənd ˈhɑməˌsaɪdz |
And three strikes and yo' life and my life and times change |
ənd θri straɪks ənd joʊ laɪf ənd maɪ laɪf ənd taɪmz ʧeɪnʤ |
And niggas fame, as the world turns— |
ənd niggas feɪm, əz ðə wɜrld tɜrnz— |
Though I walk through the valley of Hell the shadow follows me |
ðoʊ aɪ wɔk θru ðə ˈvæli əv hɛl ðə ˈʃæˌdoʊ ˈfɑloʊz mi |
Wisdom hard to swallow tomorrow, expect apologies |
ˈwɪzdəm hɑrd tə ˈswɑloʊ təˈmɑˌroʊ, ɪkˈspɛkt əˈpɑləʤiz |
You probably panic, stranded in search of a better planet |
jʊ ˈprɑbəbli ˈpænɪk, ˈstrændəd ɪn sɜrʧ əv ə ˈbɛtər ˈplænət |
Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted |
ˈriəlɪzm hɑrd tʊ ˌʌndərˈstænd, wi stænd ˈslæntəd |
And still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me |
ənd stɪl ˈstrændəd, ˈmɜrsələs θivz stoʊl ðə bɛst əv mi |
I pray to black Jesus to please take the rest of me |
aɪ preɪ tə blæk ˈʤizəs tə pliz teɪk ðə rɛst əv mi |
And still, the best of us build and reach monetary gains |
ənd stɪl, ðə bɛst əv əs bɪld ənd riʧ ˈmɑnəˌtɛri geɪnz |
Some of us kill, but still, most of us can change |
səm əv əs kɪl, bət stɪl, moʊst əv əs kən ʧeɪnʤ |
If we search deeper |
ɪf wi sɜrʧ ˈdipər |
God bless the hustler, curse the first sleeper |
gɑd blɛs ðə ˈhʌsələr, kɜrs ðə fɜrst ˈslipər |
Enemies get beside me, flows go deep as Poseidon |
ˈɛnəmiz gɛt bɪˈsaɪd mi, floʊz goʊ dip əz pəˈsaɪdən |
When we ride, plots keep all my enemies blinded |
wɛn wi raɪd, plɑts kip ɔl maɪ ˈɛnəmiz ˈblaɪndɪd |
Time will soon show, a thought can last for years |
taɪm wɪl sun ʃoʊ, ə θɔt kən læst fər jɪrz |
Outshinin' your fake smiles, plastic tears |
ˈaʊˌʧaɪnɪn jər feɪk smaɪlz, ˈplæstɪk tɛrz |
Like last year, niggas stuck in the past, and it's clear |
laɪk læst jɪr, niggas stʌk ɪn ðə pæst, ənd ɪts klɪr |
Just some busta ass bastards allergic to cash this year |
ʤəst səm ˈbʌstə æs ˈbæstərdz əˈlɜrʤɪk tə kæʃ ðɪs jɪr |
Makaveli for the mob, M.O.B |
Makaveli fər ðə mɑb, ɛm.oʊ.bi |
Killin' busters is my motherfuckin' job, him or me |
ˈkɪlɪn ˈbʌstərz ɪz maɪ motherfuckin' ʤɑb, ɪm ɔr mi |
Lyrically fatally driven, niggas reported missin' |
ˈlɪrɪkli ˈfeɪtəli ˈdrɪvən, niggas ˌriˈpɔrtəd ˈmɪsɪn |
My competition dead or in prison, as the world turns |
maɪ ˌkɑmpəˈtɪʃən dɛd ɔr ɪn ˈprɪzən, əz ðə wɜrld tɜrnz |
As the world keeps turnin' round and round |
əz ðə wɜrld kips ˈtɜrnɪn raʊnd ənd raʊnd |
It's gon' be goin' round as the world turns, and steady turnin' |
ɪts gon' bi ˈgoʊən raʊnd əz ðə wɜrld tɜrnz, ənd ˈstɛdi ˈtɜrnɪn |
(Turns, turns, turns, turns and turns |
(tɜrnz, tɜrnz, tɜrnz, tɜrnz ənd tɜrnz |
My niggas grow and grow and grow |
maɪ niggas groʊ ənd groʊ ənd groʊ |
And gettin' dough and dough and dough |
ənd ˈgɪtən doʊ ənd doʊ ənd doʊ |
From this state to that state |
frəm ðɪs steɪt tə ðət steɪt |
From this cell to that cell, as the world turns) |
frəm ðɪs sɛl tə ðət sɛl, əz ðə wɜrld tɜrnz) |
As the world turn, burnin' paths, starin' through my rearview |
əz ðə wɜrld tɜrn, ˈbɜrnɪn pæðz, ˈstærɪn θru maɪ ˈrɪrvju |
It's a war goin' on, and the president is here too |
ɪts ə wɔr ˈgoʊən ɑn, ənd ðə ˈprɛzəˌdɛnt əz hir tu |
I hear 2Pac sayin', "Watch 'em, they'll kill you" |
aɪ hir 2pæk ˈseɪɪn, "wɑʧ ɛm, ðeɪl kɪl ju" |
Sippin Thug Passion, scrub actin' like he feel you |
Sippin θʌg ˈpæʃən, skrʌb ˈæktən laɪk hi fil ju |
Steady plottin', ready or not; Outlawz lost but not forgotten |
ˈstɛdi ˈplɑtɪn, ˈrɛdi ɔr nɑt; Outlawz lɔst bət nɑt fərˈgɑtən |
From Gittere to Compton, a spitter of the hotness |
frəm Gittere tə ˈkɑmptən, ə ˈspɪtər əv ðə ˈhɑtnəs |
Long time next, since like six I ain't never been rich |
lɔŋ taɪm nɛkst, sɪns laɪk sɪks aɪ eɪnt ˈnɛvər bɪn rɪʧ |
I need cream to buy Ellene a dream house |
aɪ nid krim tə baɪ ˈɛˌlin ə drim haʊs |
She no longer fiend out y'all, Outlaw! |
ʃi noʊ ˈlɔŋgər find aʊt jɔl, ˈaʊtˌlɔ! |
Another lonely nigga with a 12-gauge pump, with a 12-hour rush to run and get this money, fuck these punks! |
əˈnʌðər ˈloʊnli nigga wɪð eɪ 12-geɪʤ pʌmp, wɪð eɪ 12-ˈaʊər rʌʃ tə rʌn ənd gɛt ðɪs ˈmʌni, fʌk ðiz pʌŋks! |
Road rules, I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt |
roʊd rulz, aɪ swɪm ɪn ðə dɜrt, aɪ steɪ ɪn səm skɜrt |
I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf |
aɪ hɪt wɛr ɪt hɜrts, aɪ raɪd ɔr daɪ fər maɪ tɜrf |
I ride or die for Makaveli, the legendary war thug nigga |
aɪ raɪd ɔr daɪ fər Makaveli, ðə ˈlɛʤənˌdɛri wɔr θʌg nigga |
Kadafi better unslug this nigga, Seike betta undrug this nigga |
Kadafi ˈbɛtər ʌnˈslʌg ðɪs nigga, Seike ˈbɛtə ʌnˈdrʌg ðɪs nigga |
Out of the buildin', we street children with no souls |
aʊt əv ðə ˈbɪldɪn, wi strit ˈʧɪldrən wɪð noʊ soʊlz |
Our hearts gon' stay cold, the war gon' stay on |
ˈaʊər hɑrts gon' steɪ koʊld, ðə wɔr gon' steɪ ɑn |
We serve 'em, like 'Pac told us to, catch 'em wreck with the TEC |
wi sɜrv ɛm, laɪk pæk toʊld əs tʊ, kæʧ ɛm rɛk wɪð ðə tɛk |
Hit 'em in the neck and watch him die like he supposed to |
hɪt ɛm ɪn ðə nɛk ənd wɑʧ ɪm daɪ laɪk hi səˈpoʊzd tʊ |
Napoleon: the front line soldier, front times over |
nəˈpoʊliən: ðə frʌnt laɪn ˈsoʊlʤər, frʌnt taɪmz ˈoʊvər |
Rider for the mighty dollar, rather drunk than sober |
ˈraɪdər fər ðə ˈmaɪti ˈdɑlər, ˈræðər drʌŋk ðən ˈsoʊbər |
Nigga talkin' thug walkin' all through yo' squad |
Nigga ˈtɔkɪn θʌg ˈwɔkɪn ɔl θru joʊ skwɑd |
Y'all niggas scared by a dog, I got my 44 for y'all |
jɔl niggas skɛrd baɪ ə dɔg, aɪ gɑt maɪ 44 fər jɔl |
It's like a hot-heated day, homie |
ɪts laɪk ə hɑt-ˈhitəd deɪ, homie |
Warfare, don't play, homie, better be prepared |
ˈwɔrˌfɛr, doʊnt pleɪ, homie, ˈbɛtər bi priˈpɛrd |
Then try to duck away from these strays, homie |
ðɛn traɪ tə dʌk əˈweɪ frəm ðiz streɪz, homie |
Worlds turn, things burn, all in one shot, |
wɜrldz tɜrn, θɪŋz bɜrn, ɔl ɪn wʌn ʃɑt, |
rest in peace to the fallen soldiers, all that we got, as the world turns— |
rɛst ɪn pis tə ðə ˈfɑlən ˈsoʊlʤərz, ɔl ðət wi gɑt, əz ðə wɜrld tɜrnz— |
As the world keeps turnin' round and round |
əz ðə wɜrld kips ˈtɜrnɪn raʊnd ənd raʊnd |
(And my niggas roll and ride, hahaha) |
(ənd maɪ niggas roʊl ənd raɪd, hahaha) |
It's gon' be goin' round as the world turns— and steady turnin' |
ɪts gon' bi ˈgoʊən raʊnd əz ðə wɜrld tɜrnz— ənd ˈstɛdi ˈtɜrnɪn |
(Niggas gettin' swoll out, and it don't stop and it don't quit |
(Niggas ˈgɪtən swoll aʊt, ənd ɪt doʊnt stɑp ənd ɪt doʊnt kwɪt |
That real shit!) (real shit) |
ðæt riəl ʃɪt!) (riəl ʃɪt) |
As the world keeps turnin' round and round |
əz ðə wɜrld kips ˈtɜrnɪn raʊnd ənd raʊnd |
(How many you niggas try for this? ) |
(haʊ ˈmɛni jʊ niggas traɪ fər ðɪs? ) |
It's gon' be goin' round as the world turns (as the world turns) |
ɪts gon' bi ˈgoʊən raʊnd əz ðə wɜrld tɜrnz (əz ðə wɜrld tɜrnz) |
(Murderin' methods— haha, OUTLAW!) |
(ˈmɜrdərɪn ˈmɛθədz— haha, ˈaʊtˌlɔ!) |
Only haters caught feelings when my homie caught millions |
ˈoʊnli ˈheɪtərz kɑt ˈfilɪŋz wɛn maɪ homie kɑt ˈmɪljənz |
And acquired the desired status of boss livin' |
ənd əˈkwaɪərd ðə dɪˈzaɪərd ˈstætəs əv bɑs ˈlɪvɪn |
We cross driven, cornered into a life that's hellish |
wi krɔs ˈdrɪvən, ˈkɔrnərd ˈɪntə ə laɪf ðæts ˈhɛlɪʃ |
Payin' our dues with bloodshed, ain't shit y'all could tell us |
ˈpeɪɪn ˈaʊər duz wɪð ˈblʌdˌʃɛd, eɪnt ʃɪt jɔl kəd tɛl ʌs |
Fellas – mount up, it's time for battle, it's on now |
ˈfɛləs – maʊnt ʌp, ɪts taɪm fər ˈbætəl, ɪts ɑn naʊ |
Two worlds collidin', armies ridin', soldiers gone wild |
tu wɜrldz kəˈlaɪdɪn, ˈɑrmiz ˈraɪdɪn, ˈsoʊlʤərz gɔn waɪld |
Sometimes I think my glory days was back in my youth |
səmˈtaɪmz aɪ θɪŋk maɪ ˈglɔri deɪz wəz bæk ɪn maɪ juθ |
I sought too for family, but I got it lost in these ounces |
aɪ sɔt tu fər ˈfæməli, bət aɪ gɑt ɪt lɔst ɪn ðiz ˈaʊnsəz |
Now, as the world turns court adjourns, I'm sentenced to burn |
naʊ, əz ðə wɜrld tɜrnz kɔrt əˈʤɜrnz, aɪm ˈsɛntənst tə bɜrn |
The cost of my sins too much, nothin' left to earn |
ðə kɑst əv maɪ sɪnz tu mʌʧ, ˈnʌθɪn lɛft tʊ ɜrn |
October 9th 1977 first day out my baby carriage |
ɑkˈtoʊbər 9ˈtiˈeɪʧ 1977 fɜrst deɪ aʊt maɪ ˈbeɪbi ˈkærɪʤ |
Married my MAC-11 hit the block playin' |
ˈmɛrid maɪ mæk-11 hɪt ðə blɑk ˈpleɪɪn |
Only five years up in this bitch, papa runnin' from the feds |
ˈoʊnli faɪv jɪrz ʌp ɪn ðɪs bɪʧ, ˈpɑpə ˈrʌnɪn frəm ðə fɛdz |
Puttin' peanut butter on the walls to hide his prints |
ˈpʌtɪn ˈpinət ˈbʌtər ɑn ðə wɔlz tə haɪd ɪz prɪnts |
Me on my own, not yet grown, but only man of the home |
mi ɑn maɪ oʊn, nɑt jɛt groʊn, bət ˈoʊnli mæn əv ðə hoʊm |
To protect my zone in these streets I roam |
tə prəˈtɛkt maɪ zoʊn ɪn ðiz strits aɪ roʊm |
Dough on d-low, downin' straight shots of Cristal Brothers |
doʊ ɑn di-loʊ, ˈdaʊnɪn streɪt ʃɑts əv ˈkrɪstəl ˈbrʌðərz |
100 dollar snot box on cee-lo, fuck eighth |
100 ˈdɑlər snɔt bɑks ɑn cee-loʊ, fʌk eɪtθ |
I need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state |
aɪ nid ə ˈkɪˌloʊ, gɑt ə plɑt, muv maɪ blɑk daʊn steɪt |
Got the drop on the spot, movin' pounds of weight |
gɑt ðə drɑp ɑn ðə spɑt, ˈmuvɪn paʊndz əv weɪt |
Fuck my fate and lots of loot to burn, a hustler's yearn |
fʌk maɪ feɪt ənd lɑts əv lut tə bɜrn, ə ˈhʌsələrz jɜrn |
For this dirty money earned as this crooked world turns |
fər ðɪs ˈdɜrti ˈmʌni ɜrnd əz ðɪs krʊkt wɜrld tɜrnz |
As the world keeps turnin' round and round |
əz ðə wɜrld kips ˈtɜrnɪn raʊnd ənd raʊnd |
It's gon' be goin' round as the world turns— and steady turnin' |
ɪts gon' bi ˈgoʊən raʊnd əz ðə wɜrld tɜrnz— ənd ˈstɛdi ˈtɜrnɪn |
As the world keeps turnin' round and round |
əz ðə wɜrld kips ˈtɜrnɪn raʊnd ənd raʊnd |
It's gon' be goin' round as the world turns— |
ɪts gon' bi ˈgoʊən raʊnd əz ðə wɜrld tɜrnz— |
As the world keeps turnin' round and round |
əz ðə wɜrld kips ˈtɜrnɪn raʊnd ənd raʊnd |
It's gon' be goin' round as the world turns— |
ɪts gon' bi ˈgoʊən raʊnd əz ðə wɜrld tɜrnz— |
As the world keeps turnin' round and round |
əz ðə wɜrld kips ˈtɜrnɪn raʊnd ənd raʊnd |
It's gon' be goin' round as the world turns— and steady turnin' |
ɪts gon' bi ˈgoʊən raʊnd əz ðə wɜrld tɜrnz— ənd ˈstɛdi ˈtɜrnɪn |
As the world keeps turnin' round and round |
əz ðə wɜrld kips ˈtɜrnɪn raʊnd ənd raʊnd |
As the world keeps turnin' round and round |
əz ðə wɜrld kips ˈtɜrnɪn raʊnd ənd raʊnd |
As the world keeps turnin' round and round |
əz ðə wɜrld kips ˈtɜrnɪn raʊnd ənd raʊnd |
Hahaha— as the world turns— |
Hahaha— əz ðə wɜrld tɜrnz— |
And turns and turns and turns— haha |
ənd tɜrnz ənd tɜrnz ənd tɜrnz— haha |
This for the soldiers out there involved in the everyday struggle |
ðɪs fər ðə ˈsoʊlʤərz aʊt ðɛr ɪnˈvɑlvd ɪn ði ˈɛvriˈdeɪ ˈstrʌgəl |
Hopin' to bubble, keep on hustlin', as the world turns |
ˈhoʊpɪn tə ˈbʌbəl, kip ɑn ˈhʌsəlɪn, əz ðə wɜrld tɜrnz |
Money come and go, hoes come and go, foes come and go, friends come and go— my soldiers stay eternal |
ˈmʌni kʌm ənd goʊ, hoʊz kʌm ənd goʊ, foʊz kʌm ənd goʊ, frɛndz kʌm ənd goʊ— maɪ ˈsoʊlʤərz steɪ ɪˈtɜrnəl |
Outlaw Immortalz, dedicated |
ˈaʊtˌlɔ Immortalz, ˈdɛdəkeɪtəd |
I send this to black Jesus, only he can feed us |
aɪ sɛnd ðɪs tə blæk ˈʤizəs, ˈoʊnli hi kən fid ʌs |
When you need us, as the world turns |
wɛn jʊ nid ʌs, əz ðə wɜrld tɜrnz |
Throw this shit in the deck, hahah |
θroʊ ðɪs ʃɪt ɪn ðə dɛk, hahah |
Niggas gettin chin checked |
Niggas gettin ʧɪn ʧɛkt |
From the East to the West, best to wear a vest |
frəm ði ist tə ðə wɛst, bɛst tə wɛr ə vɛst |
Nigga we ain't the ones to test, fuck you! |
Nigga wi eɪnt ðə wʌnz tə tɛst, fʌk ju! |
As the world turns— Outlaw ridahs, Mutah right beside us |
əz ðə wɜrld tɜrnz— ˈaʊtˌlɔ ridahs, Mutah raɪt bɪˈsaɪd ʌs |
Kamillion, wanna make a million |
Kamillion, ˈwɑnə meɪk ə ˈmɪljən |
Haha legit, as the world turns, haha— burn, baby, burn |
Haha ˈlɛʤɪt, əz ðə wɜrld tɜrnz, haha— bɜrn, ˈbeɪbi, bɜrn |
(A lot of niggas get burned as the world turns |
(ə lɑt əv niggas gɛt bɜrnd əz ðə wɜrld tɜrnz |
A lot of niggas gettin' burned as the world turns |
ə lɑt əv niggas ˈgɪtən bɜrnd əz ðə wɜrld tɜrnz |
Gettin' burned as the world turns) |
ˈgɪtən bɜrnd əz ðə wɜrld tɜrnz) |
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