2Pac - Street Fame (Briss Remix)(2002)

[00:01.65] Turn it up in my headphones, please
[00:02.94] Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame
[00:06.64] More, ha ha, comin' to a ghetto near you
[00:09.84] I wasn't mad until these tricks shot me
[00:11.84] It's time I sanitize my posse
[00:13.38] Look how paranoid these niggas got me
[00:15.34] Cellular calls are being traced since surveillance silently
[00:18.21] Mama, chill, thug livin' pay the bills, I'm dyin' violently
[00:21.27] Closed caskets, expose bastards, I leave 'em bloody
[00:24.22] Delores Tucker, don't let your kids
[00:25.82] Hear a nigga speak on gettin' money
[00:27.54] Ain't nothin' funny, green got a nigga seein' things
[00:30.16] Why? Hit the lye, hope to God I can fly
[00:32.57] Lethal weapon, I'm a savage, still a method to my madness
[00:35.29] Blast niggas, laugh, call 'em care cabbage
[00:37.59] Read 'em and weep, put 'em to sleep, they hell bound
[00:39.73] Lyrics will leave 'em spell bound
[00:41.12] Clown, now tired of being held down
[00:43.08] Cross my heart, hope to die, blind with some pussy
[00:45.58] Millionaire, livin' carefree, sucka free, playa haters miss me
[00:48.70] Hope in hard times never catch me slippin'
[00:51.10] Fuck authorities, they wonder why minorities be trippin'
[00:53.56] We ain't havin' it, time to tear this shit back
[00:56.13] Ghetto children kick back
[00:57.46] Once I hit the MAC, niggas'll never get they shit back
[01:00.12] Spit it so eloquently, my pistols represent me
[01:02.75] Bust until my rounds empty, back for the street fame
[01:06.75] One love to my true thugs
[01:08.38] Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame
[01:12.17] (Bust) comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame
[01:16.76] All out warfare, eye for a eye
[01:18.88] Bustin' on my enemies, bad boy killin'
[01:21.56] Straight dissin' you
[01:23.22] Fuck Lil' Kim, you nasty bitch
[01:26.61] Temperatures rises, niggas blinded by my lyrical disguise
[01:29.75] No time to plot retreats, niggas shiver and die
[01:32.34] Multiple rounds found laced in his body and face
[01:35.18] Wrapped in plastic, the acid erased all traces
[01:37.75] Criminal tactics, the rap game became so drastic
[01:40.69] Military mind, mash all the hoes, get blasted
[01:43.32] If we bleed then they suffocate, chokin' in terror
[01:46.08] So we strive seein' our lives be reflected in mirrors
[01:48.63] The prophecy is clear, niggas lock and load, disappear
[01:51.68] Strategize with no fear, wagin' war for years
[01:54.25] The crack game wasn't big enough, ready to rush
[01:56.93] Bitch made motherfuckers get murdered and touched
[01:59.67] I go to jail niggas screamin' free me, speakin' freely
[02:02.67] Conversatin' with my comrades kickin' Swahili
[02:05.05] Indeed they should fear my first seed
[02:07.26] It gets worse, planned a curse to be a G, on the first to breathe
[02:10.76] Currency in stacks, artillery in the back
[02:13.05] Strapped, armies, we camouflaged in all black
[02:16.06] When we attack, holla out my set, nigga
[02:18.12] Tighten your jaw, givin' birth to Outlawz, street fame
[02:22.79] Bust, nigga bust
[02:24.53] Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame
[02:27.55] Only Makaveli the Don
[02:28.65] Can put it down like this, ain't none like me
[02:30.18] Comin' to a ghetto near you, with street fame
[02:32.23] Positive identification, got me rushed to the station
[02:34.92] Stuck in this line up, tryin' hard to hide my face
[02:37.74] They placed the name but can't recall description
[02:40.10] I ain't did shit, officer, that bitch trippin'
[02:42.48] Promise retaliation, their plan busted, no man to be trusted
[02:45.97] Everything corrupted once man touch it
[02:48.42] Kamikaze, hopin' that none of the spies find me
[02:50.93] That's why we bye bye daily, knowin' cops trail me
[02:53.82] But why cry? Floatin' while we tokin' on this potent branch
[02:56.71] Flossin' in the thug stance, pistol tucked inside my pants
[02:59.79] Never underestimate me, playa hate me, see me and hide
[03:02.71] Sure as hollow-points shatter, enemies die
[03:05.33] Spread love, dead thugs gettin' buried in riches
[03:07.97] Take a chance to advance, fuck them worryin' bitches
[03:10.55] Penitentiary's a possibility, bust and pray
[03:13.62] Wear a rubber so I live to fuck another day, hey
[03:15.82] Ain't nothin' strange, I'm 25, dyin' to change
[03:18.58] But still I bang wantin' street fame
[03:20.59] That's the end of that
[03:22.20] Thugged out, Makaveli the Don
[03:24.33] Representin' the Outlawz, street fame
[03:28.16] One love to my true niggas
[03:29.96] Comin' to a ghetto near you street fame
[03:33.09] Makaveli the Don, Killuminati
[03:35.62] Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame
[03:39.08] Yo, check this out, I'ma tell you like this
[03:43.28] If the lifestyle that you livin'
[03:46.06] Got you taking more fuckin' shorts than gettin' props
[03:50.23] Then that lifestyle need to stop
[03:53.03] Best to recognize some Outlaw shit
[03:55.54] 'Cause only in this Outlaw lifestyle can you truly come to
[03:58.87] To see what this life's supposed to be like
[04:01.95] Nigga, you'll start to see riches
[04:03.49] Fine bitches and hittin' switches
[04:05.48] Shit, to me that shit sound delicious, street fame
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