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    "Street Fame"

    Turn it up in my head phones
    (Coming to a ghetto near you, street fame)


    Haha, coming to a ghetto near you,

    [Verse One]

    I wasn't mad until these tricks me<
    It's time to sanitize my posse
    Look how paranoid these niggas got me
    Cellular calls are being traced
    Since surveillance silently
    Momma chill
    Thug livin pay the bills
    And die 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 nothin funny
    Got a nigga seein things
    Why, hit the lye hope to God I can fly
    Lethal weapon I'ma savage
    Still a method to my madness
    BLAST niggaz laugh call em care cabbage
    Read em and weep, put em to sleep they hell bound
    Lyrics will leave em spell bound
    Clown now tired of being held down
    Cross my heart hope to die
    Blinded in some pussy
    Living care free
    Sucka free
    Playa haters miss me
    Hope in hard times never catch me slippin
    Fuck authorities they wonder why minorities be trippin
    We ain't having it
    Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back
    Once I hit the mat
    Niggaz will never get this shit back
    Spit it so eloquently
    My pistols represent me
    Bust until my rounds empty
    Back for the street fame


    (One love to my true thugs)
    Comin to a ghetto near you
    Street fame
    Comin to a ghetto near you
    Street fame

    All out warfare, eye for a eye
    Bustin on my enemies bad boy killing
    (Street fame)
    Straight dissing you

    Fuck Lil' Kim you Nasty Bitch

    [Verse Two]

    Temperatures rises
    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, erased all traces
    Criminal tactics the rap game
    Became so drastic
    Military mind mashed all the walls they blasted
    If we bleed then they suffocate
    Chokin in terror
    So we strive singularize we reflect in the mirrors
    The prophecy is clear
    Niggaz lock n load disappear
    Strategize with no fear
    Waging war for years
    The crack game wasn't big enough
    Ready to rush
    You bitch made motherfuckers get murdered and touched
    I go to jail niggaz screamin
    Speakin freely
    Conversatin with my comrades
    Kicking Swahili
    Indeed nature feel my first seed
    It gets worse
    Plans are cursed to be a G
    On the first to breathe
    Currency in stacks
    Artillery in the back
    Armies, we camouflaged in all black
    When we attack
    Holla out my set
    Nigga tighten your jaw
    Givin birth to outlawz
    (Ha ha)
    Street fame


    (Bust nigga bust)
    Comin to a ghetto near you
    (hell yeah)
    Street fame it's true
    (Only Makaveli the Don can put it down like this, Hey Nas ...) (Note: "time to die" was removed)
    Comin to a ghetto near you
    With street fame

    [Verse Three]

    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 description
    I ain't did shit officer
    That bitch trippin
    Promise retaliation
    They plan busted
    No man to be trusted
    Everything corrupted once man touched it
    Hoping that none of the spies find me
    That's why we bye bye daily
    Knowin cops trail me
    But why cry
    Floatin while we tokin on this potent branch
    Flossing in the thug stance, flipping pockets out inside my pants
    Never underestimate me
    Playa hate 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 worrin bitches
    Penitentiary's a possibility, bust and pray
    Wear a rubber so I live to fuck another day
    Ain't nothin strange
    I'm 25 dying to change
    But still I bang wanting street fame

    (That's the end of that)

    Thugged out, Makaveli the Don
    Representin the Outlawz
    (Street fame)
    One love to my true niggaz
    (Comin to a ghetto near you)
    (Street fame)
    Makaveli the Don
    (Comin to a ghetto near you)
    (Street fame)
    Yo check this out
    I'ma tell you like this
    (Street Fame)
    If the lifestyle that you living
    Got you taking more fucking shorts
    Than getting props
    Then that lifestyle need to stop
    Best to recognize some Outlaw shit
    Cause only in this Outlaw lifestyle can you truly come to
    To see what this life's supposed to be like
    Nigga you'll start to see riches, fine bitches and hitting switches
    To me that shit sound delicious
    Street Fame

    By:-=|§xx †ë@m|=-

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