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As The World Turns (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Chorus: Repeat 2X

I dont know why this world keep turning
Round and Round
But I wish it would stop, and let me off right now

Yes man
As the World Turns
We all experience things in life
Trials and Tribulations
That we all must go through
When someone wants to test us
When someone tries our patience

[Eminem]
I hang with a bunch of hippies
and wacky tobacco planters
Who swallow lit roaches
and light up like jack-o-lanterns
Outsiders baby, and we suing the courts
Cuz we’re dope as fuck and only get a 2 in the source
They never should’ve booted me out of reform school
Deformed fool,takin a shit in a warm pool
They threw me out the Ramada Inn
I said it wasn’t me, I got a twin (Oh my god its you! Not again!)
It all started when my mother took my bike away
Cuz I murdered my guinea pig and stuck him in the microwave
After that, It was straight to the 40 ouncers
Slappin teachers, and jackin off in front of my counselors
Class clown freshman, dressed like Les Nessman
Fuck the next lesson, I’ll past the test guessin
And all the other kids said Eminem’s a dishead,
He’ll never last, the only class he’ll pass is phys ed
May be true, till I told this bitch in gym class
That she was too fat to swim laps, she needed Slim Fast (Who Me?)
Yeah bitch you so big you walked into big Tanny’s and stepped on Jenny Craig
She picked me up to snap me like a skinny twig
Put me in the headlock, then I thought of my guinea pig
I felt the evilness and started transformin (RARRRR!)
It began storming, I heard a bunch of cheering fans swarming
Grabbed that bitch by her hair
Drug her across the ground
And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down
Sorry coach, its too late to tell me stop
While I drop this bitch face down and watch her belly flop

Chorus

As the World Turns
These are the days of our lives
These are the things that we must go through
Day by day

[Eminem]
We drive around in million dollar sports cars
While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards
Outsiders, and we suing the courts
Cuz we dope as fuck and only get a 2 in The Source
Hypercondriac, hanging out at the laundromat
Where all the raunchy fat white trashy blondes be at
Dressed like a sailor, standin by a pale of garbage
Its almost dark and I’m still tryna nail a trailor park bitch
I met a slut and said "What up, its nice to meet ya"
I’d like to treat ya to a Faygo and a slice of pizza
But I’m broke as fuck and I don’t get paid till the first of next month
But if you care to join me, I was bout to roll this next blunt
But I aint got no weed, no phillies, or no papers
Plus I’m a rapist and a repeated prison escapist
So gimme all

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As the World Turns (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

feat. Bun B (UGK)
(50 Cent)
uhh..uh huh uh huhh…uh huh uh huhh…uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh
uh huh uh huhh…uh huh uh huhh…uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh

Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugs gun smoke
What(echo)
Money make the world go round, as the world turns
Money make the world go round, as the world turns
Nigga I need money to main-tainn
Hustalin aint a gamee
Nigga go and gets the grainn
Gon’ get tore out the framee
T.Vs in the Rangee
I’m in ta nice thanggs I slang weed (snort)
Coc-ainee and Herio-anee
50 Cent
Thats my namee
Nigga I bring the painn
You thought shit stay the samee
Nigga shit gon’ change
Put a bullet in your brainn
Nigga at close range
Run away wit ya rollie, your rings, and your motherfuckin chainn
Aint nuittin funny mangg
I’m about my money mangg
Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn
Better understan what I’m sayin,
What I’m sayin, I aint playin
I’ll be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinn
Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lamee
Crackers’ll put ya in chains
Box’ll drive you insane
Sun cant shine all the time, man its gotta rain
That whole loose? is ill
You better crack the whip mang

(Chorus – 50 Cent)
A pimp aint a pimp with no hoes (hoes)
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

(50 Cent)
I live
Life in the fast lane
Man I aint got nuttin ta lose
Everythin a game
Either you wit me or against me man aint nuttin changee
Nigga, you
Go against the grain
I’ll make you
Walk wit a cane now nigga now
Who you gon’ blamee
When shit aint the same
Nigga nobody hears your namee
You got down wit a gangg
O thirty-one blood
Ya’ll niggas do your thang
You got 2 felonies
Fuck it, go out wit a bangg
Ya’ll niggas wanna hangg
Wit niggas that fitlthy rich
They aint even got ta talk

To take your bitch
One look was all it took
She seen the benz-o
She seen them T.Vs
And them big ol’ chriz-omes
A-yo the bitch useta bring you dough
Useta be your bottom hoe
Now your paper comin’ slow
She feel like she had ta go
Roll wit them rich niggas and ball with them ball-az
Politic wit the willies the real shot call-az

(Bun B)
I got one life to live
Follow that light that keeps on guidin me
Hate-az tryin me
Hoes is a-bidein me
Media ride me
King a the underground
So the streets is steady hide-in me
Representin sure taste-az
The yay keep takin pride in me
Streets
Deciple slide-in me
Status reports the badest you caught
Walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport
I cant stay away like Too $hort
I gots ta break a bastards back
Tore em up, get em ready ta port
Put em on the master track
I blast the facts the life in the grill
Gorilla pimpin
If I have ta mack ya wife then I will
It’s me and 50 Cent my nigga
Live in trife, and thats real
Talkin shit on us, thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill
Thats on for treal (?)
I’m on for million wit your pit, in the clit that shit true
I split through, your defences, so relentless, get you, without you even
knoin
Got you strippin and even hoe-in
You dont wanna let the pro in the door
This what we showin

A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

(Repeat)

(50 Cent)
Is your bitch your bitch or is your bitch mines?
Is your bitch your bitch all the time?
You done got your paper, now its time I get mines
Except the serve and everything’ll be fine
Bitch!

(50 Cent talking over beat)
Runnin from pimpin…bitch you need to run TO some pimpin
Wit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on hoe
You still aint figured out what a hoe supposed to look like
Look at you motherfucka here
Huh bitch?
How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that hoe?
Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the street
Bitch the sidewalk is for pimpin bitch!

(Fades)

As The World Turns (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[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
As the world turns..

Chorus: darryl ‘big d’ harper, (tupac – in background)

(and my niggaz roll and ride, hahaha
Niggaz gettin swoll out
And it don’t stop and it don’t quit
That real shit! as the world turns..
Niggaz die for
How many you niggaz try for this? as the world turns
Murderin methods.. haha outlaw!)

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..

[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 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

[kadafi]
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

Chorus: darryl ‘big d’ harper (repeats as tupac speaks)

[2pac]
Hahaha.. as the world turns..
And turns and turns and turns.. haha
This for the soldiers out there involved in the everyday struggle
Hopin to bubble, keep on hustlin, as the world turns
Money come and go, hoes come and go, foes come and go
Friends come and go.. my soldiers, stay eternal
Outlaw immortalz, dedicated
I send this to black jesus, only he can feed us
When you need us, as the world turns
Throw this shit in the deck, hahah
Niggaz gettin chin checked
From the east to the west best to wear a vest
Nigga we ain’t the ones to test, fuck you
As the world turns
Outlaw ridahs, mutah right beside us
Camillion, wanna make a million
Haha legit, as the world turns.. haha..
Burn baby burn

[napoleon]
A lot of niggaz get burned as the world turns
A lot of niggaz gettin burned as the world turns..
Gettin burned as the world turns

As The World Turns (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[50 Cent]
uhh..uh huh uh huhh…uh huh uh huhh…uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh
uh huh uh huhh…uh huh uh huhh…uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh

Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugs gun smoke
What [echo]
Money make the world go round, as the world turns
Money make the world go round, as the world turns
Nigga I need money to main-tainn
Hustalin aint a gamee
Nigga go and gets the grainn
Gon’ get tore out the framee
T.Vs in the Rangee
I’m in ta nice thanggs I slang weed (snort)
Coc-ainee and Herio-anee
50 Cent
Thats my namee
Nigga I bring the painn
You thought shit stay the samee
Nigga shit gon’ change
Put a bullet in your brainn
Nigga at close range
Run away wit ya rollie, your rings, and your motherfuckin chainn
Aint nuittin funny mangg
I’m about my money mangg
Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn
Better understan what I’m sayin,
What I’m sayin, I aint playin
I’ll be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinn
Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lamee
Crackers’ll put ya in chains
Box’ll drive you insane
Sun cant shine all the time, man its gotta rain
That whole loose? is ill
You better crack the whip mang

[Chorus – 50 Cent]
A pimp aint a pimp with no hoes (hoes)
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

[50 Cent]
I live
Life in the fast lane
Man I aint got nuttin ta lose
Everythin a game
Either you wit me or against me man aint nuttin changee
Nigga, you
Go against the grain
I’ll make you
Walk wit a cane now nigga now
Who you gon’ blamee
When shit aint the same
Nigga nobody hears your namee
You got down wit a gangg
O thirty-one blood
Ya’ll niggas do your thang
You got 2 felonies
Fuck it, go out wit a bangg
Ya’ll niggas wanna hangg
Wit niggas that fitlthy rich
They aint even got ta talk
To take your bitch
One look was all it took
She seen the benz-o
She seen them T.Vs
And them big ol’ chriz-omes
A-yo the bitch useta bring you dough
Useta be your bottom hoe
Now your paper comin’ slow
She feel like she had ta go
Roll wit them rich niggas and ball with them ball-az
Politic wit the willies the real shot call-az

[Bun B]
I got one life to live
Follow that light that keeps on guidin me
Hate-az tryin me
Hoes is a-bidein me
Media ride me
King a the underground
So the streets is steady hide-in me
Representin sure taste-az
The yay keep takin pride in me
Streets
Deciple slide-in me
Status reports the badest you caught
Walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport
I cant stay away like Too $hort
I gots ta break a bastards back
Tore em up, get em ready ta port
Put em on the master track
I blast the facts the life in the grill
Gorilla pimpin
If I have ta mack ya wife then I will
It’s me and 50 Cent my nigga
Live in trife, and thats real
Talkin shit on us, thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill
Thats on for treal (?)
I’m on for million wit your pit, in the clit that shit true
I split through, your defences, so relentless, get you, without you even
knoin
Got you strippin and even hoe-in
You dont wanna let the pro in the door
This what we showin

A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

[Repeat]

[50 Cent]
Is your bitch your bitch or is your bitch mines?
Is your bitch your bitch all the time?
You done got your paper, now its time I get mines
Except the serve and everything’ll be fine
Bitch!

[50 Cent talking over beat]
Runnin from pimpin…bitch you need to run TO some pimpin
Wit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on hoe
You still aint figured out what a hoe supposed to look like
Look at you motherfucka here
Huh bitch?
How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that hoe?
Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the street
Bitch the sidewalk is for pimpin bitch!

[Fades]

As The World Turns (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(50 Cent)
uhh..uh huh uh huhh…uh huh uh huhh…uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh
uh huh uh huhh…uh huh uh huhh…uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh

Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugs gun smoke
What(echo)
Money make the world go round, as the world turns
Money make the world go round, as the world turns
Nigga I need money to main-tainn
Hustalin aint a gamee
Nigga go and gets the grainn
Gon’ get tore out the framee
T.Vs in the Rangee
I’m in ta nice thanggs I slang weed (snort)
Coc-ainee and Herio-anee
50 Cent
Thats my namee
Nigga I bring the painn
You thought shit stay the samee
Nigga shit gon’ change
Put a bullet in your brainn
Nigga at close range
Run away wit ya rollie, your rings, and your motherfuckin chainn
Aint nuittin funny mangg
I’m about my money mangg
Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn
Better understan what I’m sayin,
What I’m sayin, I aint playin
I’ll be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinn
Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lamee
Crackers’ll put ya in chains
Box’ll drive you insane
Sun cant shine all the time, man its gotta rain
That whole loose? is ill
You better crack the whip mang

(Chorus – 50 Cent)
A pimp aint a pimp with no hoes (hoes)
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

(50 Cent)
I live
Life in the fast lane
Man I aint got nuttin ta lose
Everythin a game
Either you wit me or against me man aint nuttin changee
Nigga, you
Go against the grain
I’ll make you
Walk wit a cane now nigga now
Who you gon’ blamee
When shit aint the same
Nigga nobody hears your namee
You got down wit a gangg
O thirty-one blood
Ya’ll niggas do your thang
You got 2 felonies
Fuck it, go out wit a bangg
Ya’ll niggas wanna hangg
Wit niggas that fitlthy rich
They aint even got ta talk
To take your bitch
One look was all it took
She seen the benz-o
She seen them T.Vs
And them big ol’ chriz-omes
A-yo the bitch useta bring you dough
Useta be your bottom hoe
Now your paper comin’ slow
She feel like she had ta go
Roll wit them rich niggas and ball with them ball-az
Politic wit the willies the real shot call-az

(Bun B)
I got one life to live
Follow that light that keeps on guidin me
Hate-az tryin me
Hoes is a-bidein me
Media ride me
King a the underground
So the streets is steady hide-in me
Representin sure taste-az
The yay keep takin pride in me
Streets
Deciple slide-in me
Status reports the badest you caught
Walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport
I cant stay away like Too $hort
I gots ta break a bastards back
Tore em up, get em ready ta port
Put em on the master track
I blast the facts the life in the grill
Gorilla pimpin
If I have ta mack ya wife then I will
It’s me and 50 Cent my nigga
Live in trife, and thats real
Talkin shit on us, thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill
Thats on for treal (?)
I’m on for million wit your pit, in the clit that shit true
I split through, your defences, so relentless, get you, without you even
knoin
Got you strippin and even hoe-in
You dont wanna let the pro in the door
This what we showin

A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

(Repeat)

(50 Cent)
Is your bitch your bitch or is your bitch mines?
Is your bitch your bitch all the time?
You done got your paper, now its time I get mines
Except the serve and everything’ll be fine
Bitch!

(50 Cent talking over beat)
Runnin from pimpin…bitch you need to run TO some pimpin
Wit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on hoe
You still aint figured out what a hoe supposed to look like
Look at you motherfucka here
Huh bitch?
How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that hoe?
Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the street
Bitch the sidewalk is for pimpin bitch!

(Fades)

As The World Turns (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(ferry)

There´s a place in my heart
All broken and still
Where i may wander alone.
At the end of the day
As the world turns
I turn to thoughts of home
Though you´re far away i imagine
How you would smile at this romance
And sure enough
As the world turns
And so to games of chance.
Take my part in this play
You´re dealing me words i never could use
That strange beginning has no ending
When curtain falls we both lose
Though we´re far apart on this old carousel
The ups and downs we share
Just remember surely as the world turns
In dreams i will be there by your side.

As The World Turns (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Chorus: repeat 2x

I dont know why this world keep turning
Round and round
But i wish it would stop, and let me off right now

Yes man
As the world turns
We all experience things in life
Trials and tribulations
That we all must go through
When someone wants to test us
When someone tries our patience

[eminem]
I hang with a bunch of hippies
And wacky tobacco planters
Who swallow lit roaches
And light up like jack-o-lanterns
Outsiders baby, and we suing the courts
Cuz we’re dope as fuck and only get a 2 in the source
They never should’ve booted me out of reform school
Deformed fool,takin a shit in a warm pool
They threw me out the ramada inn
I said it wasn’t me, i got a twin (oh my god its you! not again!)
It all started when my mother took my bike away
Cuz i murdered my guinea pig and stuck him in the microwave
After that, it was straight to the 40 ouncers
Slappin teachers, and jackin off in front of my counselors
Class clown freshman, dressed like les nessman
Fuck the next lesson, i’ll past the test guessin
And all the other kids said eminem’s a dishead,
He’ll never last, the only class he’ll pass is phys ed
May be true, till i told this bitch in gym class
That she was too fat to swim laps, she needed slim fast (who me?)
Yeah bitch you so big you walked into big tanny’s and stepped on jenny craig
She picked me up to snap me like a skinny twig
Put me in the headlock, then i thought of my guinea pig
I felt the evilness and started transformin (rarrrr!)
It began storming, i heard a bunch of cheering fans swarming
Grabbed that bitch by her hair
Drug her across the ground
And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down
Sorry coach, its too late to tell me stop
While i drop this bitch face down and watch her belly flop

Chorus

As the world turns
These are the days of our lives
These are the things that we must go through
Day by day

[eminem]
We drive around in million dollar sports cars
While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards
Outsiders, and we suing the courts
Cuz we dope as fuck and only get a 2 in the source
Hypercondriac, hanging out at the laundromat
Where all the raunchy fat white trashy blondes be at
Dressed like a sailor, standin by a pale of garbage
Its almost dark and i’m still tryna nail a trailor park bitch
I met a slut and said "what up, its nice to meet ya"
I’d like to treat ya to a faygo and a slice of pizza
But i’m broke as fuck and i don’t get paid till the first of next month
But if you care to join me, i was bout to roll this next blunt
But i aint got no weed, no phillies, or no papers
Plus i’m a rapist and a repeated prison escapist
So gimme all your money
And don’t try nothin funny
Cuz you know your stinkin ass is too fat to try to outrun me
I went to grab my gun
Thats when her ass put it on me
Wit an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry
I fell through the glass doors
Started causin a scene
Then slid across the floor and flew right into a washin machine
Jumped up with a broken back
Thank god i was smokin crack all day
And doped up off coke and smack
All i wanted to do was rape the bitch and snatch her purse
Now i wanna kill her
But so i gotta catch her first
Ran through rally’s parkin lot and took a shortcut
Saw the house she ran up in
And shot her fuckin porch up
Kicked the door down to murder this divorced slut
Looked around the room
Thats when i seen the bedroom door shut
I know you’re in there bitch! i got my gun cocked!
You might as well come out now
She said "come in, its unlocked!"
I walked in and all i smelled was liz claiborne
And seen her spread across the bed naked watchin gay porn
She said "come her big boy, lets get acquainted"
I turned around to run, twisted my ankle and sprained it
She came at me at full speed, nothin could stop her
I shot her five times and every bullet bounced off her
I started to beg "no, please let go"
But she swallowed my fuckin leg whole like an egg roll
With one leg left, now i’m hoppin around crippled
I grabbed my pocket knife and sliced off her right nipple
Just trying to buy me some time, then i remembered this magic trick
Den den den den den den, go go gadget dick!
Whipped that shit out, and aint no doubt about it
It hit the ground and caused an earthquake and power outage
I shouted "now bitch, lets see who gets the best!"
Stuffed that shit in crooked and fucked that fat slut to death (ahh!! ahhh!)
Come here bitch!
Come here!
Take this motherfuckin dick!
Bitch, come here!

Chorus to fade

And as we go along
Throughout the days of our lives
We all face small obstacles and challenges everyday
That we must go through
These are the things that surround us through our atmosphere
Every day
Every single day the world keeps turning

As The World Turns (Letra)

Eminem

Eminem

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[cuban link]
When i was five i arrived in america
Made it alive survived the hell of a trip getting tellin us
Sellin the freedom town to put my feet on the ground
See whats around, then lock shit down like nino brown
I’m bound by yana and down for drama like tony man tana
Ya’ll clowns don’t wanna fuck around pana
Puffin pounds of marijuana wit my honor ross
Gunner floss in the sun of fog getting charge so we’ll party dark
Terror squad my car-tel
We larger, it ain’t hard to tell
We more cream then carn-val
For real pocket filled
1 hundred dollar bills
Probably with the squattin bill
Knowledge while we holla at the college girls
This how it feels to be on top of the world
Up in the pearl white drop just cruisin the barrel
Keepin it thrill l from the beginning to end do it yourself
Ain’t no friends in this end-v-est world we livin in

[chorus] 2x
[tony sunshine]
As the world turns from life we learn (as the world turns)
The more money you earn
The more money to burn (more money to burn)
Make the sum cuz everything that glitters ain’t go (glitters ain’t go)
Get on the road to riches
Fulfill all your wishes and goals

[prospect]
Aiyyo there’s only 1 life to live of many ways of livin
In many crazy feelin that see their money so high grazin cellin
My heart is so warm but they get cold at times
I might let you know from my oldest rhymes
I poll for shine, hold the nines
When i’m livin in the streets till we make it and take it
They nuttin giving cuz it ain’t sweet
How you think i got nasty?
Fuckin with older niggas tryin to pass me
But couldn’t out last me
It was a run in a race so don’t disrespect
Or take this gun in your face so i can put my son in your place
Now we can get by in the form of it’ll do all we’ll fuck you though
Cuz i’m the boss like hugo
You know the name black
My grown-nal bent, turned around and came back
I used to sling crack
Now i lay back and just play tracks
Make a haystack to get my fame better livin and never givin up
You can tell by this letter written

[chorus] 2x

[triple seis]
Yo, yo, yo
I feel like my life in is trouble
Glossy eyes off the lie
Tryin to stride to survive the struggle
I can’t sleep, yo my cover is deep
Tryin to smuggle my fam like antiques
Been on the hottest corners and the bunks for weeks
Do i trust you?
Do you want this as bad as me?
Do i buss you or let love become my tragedy?
Always swore before i dropped out and was goin slower to the top
Everything i got i’m goin to bring it back to the block
Took a chance, stepped it up a notch in advance
Made the people dance
Now it’s time to really enhance
All the horror
It’s true you ain’t even promise tomorrow
The bullet ripped through his starter,
He blew it don’t even bother
My main man
Me and him had the same plans
Took the same tames
I wrote the rhymes while he weighed grams
Made me understand
See the world revolve in the palm of my hand

[chorus] 4x