Gudda Gudda - As Da World Turns

As I rise, watch the trees fall down to the pavement

and the breeze turn blaze this

I'ma tell these niggas motherfuck the world

On the real nigga, feel this

Punch a hole in the system like I got a steel fist

I don't trust a soul niggas so I ride alone

And I've been paranoid ever since I got a phone

Yeah, better roll or get rolled over

You too cool nigga, you can get the cold shoulder

I'm from the city where the skinny niggas die

Ride, I survived, and I made it out alive

And they want through out my face to look blank cause

I don't give a fuck bout what they say off thang

Nigga you see me with that face wall paint

Come on pick your poison, it's brave of the shake

Militant mind is the wake of the think

You can meet the devil better pray for the saints

Militant mind is the wake of the think

Nigga you could meet the devil

One day this world gonna turn to ashes, so where's my matches

Where's my matches

How come flame out world is dark now

And everybody need this spark now

And I'm like where's my matches, where's my matches

Put the whole world in a casket and I'm gonna watch this

World just burn to ashes, turn to ashes, turn to ashes

As I rise, watch the trees fall down to the pavement

and the breeze turn blaze this

Staring at the world through my rear view

Gotta stay high just so I can keep a clear view

Tryina do right, but I'm swerving in the left lane

Tryina stay out of that black hole, watch my step maine

They say money is the root of all evil,

And we love it, so I guess me and you are all equal

Shit ain't been the same since hurricane Katrina, eye cam reader
What happened with the femur

Government officials now keeping it official

Like a ref with no whistle, so I'm tackling the issues

And they wonder why we act the way we act

Murder, murder, steal, steal and sell crack to get stacks but

Where's my matches, where's my matches

Put the whole world in the casket

And I'm gonna watch this

World just burn to ashes, turn to ashes, turn to ashes

One day this world gonna turn to ashes, and I'ma sit back laughing

And when I try to kick that habit of mine

And I'm like where's my matches, where's my matches

This whole world is aware of my actions

But they ain't done bad compared to taxes

Ashes, all I see is ashes, as the world turns

I'm a young arsonist, on my late night Johhny Carson shit

I ain't never gave a fuck about the world

Cause they don't give a fuck about me

Or my girl, or my mama, in a mist of the drama

Yeah they try to pull all the way back to get ahead of you

Then they turn the revenue, go come for your revenue

Say that you owe 32% of what you make

When the world dies, how I be rejoicing at the wakes

As I rise, I watch the streets burn down to the…uh

Where's my matches, where's my matches

Put the whole world in a casket and I'm gonna watch this

One day this world gonna turn to ashes, so where's my matches

Where's my matches

How come flame out world is dark now

And everybody need this spark now

And I'm like where's my matches, where's my matches

Put the whole world in a casket and I'm gonna watch this

World just burn to ashes, turn to ashes, turn to ashes

As I rise, watch the trees fall down to the pavement

and the breeze turn blaze this.