Artist: 2Pac Album: Better Dayz Song: Street Fame Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de [Intro] Turn it up in my headphones... Comin' to a ghetto near you - Street Fame More... Haha, comin' to a ghetto near you... [Verse 1] I wasn't mad until these tricks shot me It's time to sanitize my posse, look how paranoid these niggaz got me Cellular calls are bein' traced, send surveillance silently Mama chill, thug livin', pay the bills, I'm dyin' violently Closed caskets, expose bastards, I leave em bloody Deloris Tucker don't let your kids hear a nigga speak on gettin' money Ain't nuttin' funny, cream got a nigga seein' things Why hit the lah, hope to God I can fly Leave the weapon, I'm a savage still a method to my madness Blast niggaz, laugh for all the cash cabbage Read 'em and weep, put 'em to sleep, they hell bound Lyrics will leave 'em spell down, clown now Tired of bein' held down, cross my heart Hope to die blind, there's some pussy millionare Livin' carefree, sucker free, player haters miss me Hopin' hard times never catch me slippin' Fuck authorities, they wonder why minorities be trippin' - we ain't havin' it Time to tear the shit back, ghetto children kick back Once I hit the map, niggaz'll never get they shit back Spit it so eloquently, my pistols represent me Bustin' till my rounds empty, back for the Street Fame [Chorus] Comin' to a ghetto near you - Street Fame Comin' to a ghetto near you - Street Fame Comin' to a ghetto near you - Street Fame Comin' to a ghetto... ---overlapping with Chorus--- One love to my true thugs Bust! All out warefare, eye for an eye, bustin' on my enemies, bad boy killer Straight dissin' you Fuck Lil Kim, you nasty bitch! [Verse 2] Temprature rises as niggaz blinded by my lyrical disguise No time to plot retreats, niggaz shiver and die Multiple rounds found laced in his body and face Wrapped in plastic, the acid earased all traces Criminal tactics for the rap game became so drastic Military mind, mash all Po's get blasted If we bleed then they suffer can't choke down the terror So we stripe, seein' our lives bein' reflected in mirrors The prophecy is clear, niggaz lock and load disappear Strategize with no fear, wagin' war for years The crack game wasn't big enough, ready to rush Bitch made motherfuckers get murdered and touched I go to jail, niggaz screamin' free me Speakin' freely, conversatin' with my comrads kickin' swahili Indeed they should fear my first seed, it gets worst Blamed and cursed to be a G on the first to breath Currency in stacks, artillery in the back Strapped, armies we camouflaged in all black When we attack, holla out my set, nigga tighten jaw Givin' birth to the Outlawz Haha - Street Fame [Chorus] Comin' to a ghetto near you - Street Fame Comin' to a ghetto near you - Street Fame Comin' to a ghetto near you with Street Fame ---overlapping with chorus--- Bust nigga, bust Hell yeah, only Makaveli The Don can put it down like this Ain't none of you niggaz [Verse 3] Positive identification got me rushed to the station Stuck in this line up, tryin' hard to hide my face They placed the name but can't recall the scripture I ain't did shit obviously that bitch trippin' Promised retaliation They plan busted, no man to be trusted Everything corrupted once a man touch it Kamakazi, hopin' that none of them spies find me That's why we "bye bye" daily, knowin' cops trail me, but why cry Floatin' while we toatin' on this potent branch Flossin' in the thug stance, pistols tucked inside my pants Never underestimate me, playerhate me, see me and hide Sure as hollow points shatter enemies die Spread love, dead thugs gettin' buried in riches Take a chance to advance, fuck them worryin' bitches Penitienturies' a possibility, bust and pray Wear a rubber so I live to fuck another day, heeey Ain't nuttin' strange, I be 25 dyin' to change But still I bang on the Street Fame Thugged out, Makaveli The Don representin' the Outlawz Street Fame! One love to my true niggaz [Chorus] Comin' to a ghetto near you - Street Fame Comin' to a ghetto near you - Street Fame [Outro] Makaveli The Don, Killuminati Now check this out, I'ma tell you like this: If the lifestyle you livin' you livin' Got you takin' more fuckin' shorts than gettin' props Then that lifestyle need to stop Best to recognize this Outlawz shit Cause only in the Outlaw-lifestyle can you truly come to To see what this life's supposed to be like Nigga you'll start you see riches, fine bitches and hittin' switches Shit, to me that shit sound delicious Street Fame