Street Fame

Turn it up in my head phones please (Coming to a ghetto near you, street fame) More Haha, coming to a ghetto near you [Verse One] I wasn't mad until these tricks shot me It's time I 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 Delores Tucker don't let your kids hear a nigga speak on gettin' money Ain't nothin funny Green Got a nigga seein' things Why, hit the lye hope to God I can fly Lethal weapon I'm a savage Still a method to my madness BLAST niggas 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 Blind with some pussy, millionaire 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 Niggas'll never get this shit back Spit it so eloquently My pistols represent me Bust until my rounds empty Back for the street fame [Hook] (One love to my true thugs) Comin' to a ghetto near you Street fame (bust) 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 Niggas blinded by my lyrical disguise No time to plot retreats Niggas 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 get blasted If we bleed then they suffocate Chokin' in terror So we strive seeing our lives be reflected in mirrors The prophecy is clear Niggas lock and load disappear Strategize with no fear Waging war for years The crack game wasn't big enough Ready to rush Bitch made motherfuckers get murdered and touched I go to jail niggas screamin' FREE ME Speakin freely Conversatin' with my comrades Kicking Swahili Indeed they should fear 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 Strapped 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 [Hook] (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...) 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 Their plan busted No man to be trusted Everything corrupted once man touch it Kamikaze 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 suckers out of 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 worryin' bitches Penitentiary's a possibility, bust and pray Wear a rubber so I live to fuck another day HEY.. 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 niggas (Comin' to a ghetto near you) (Street fame) Makaveli the Don Killuminati (Comin' to a ghetto near you) (Street fame) Yo check this out I'mma 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 Shit To me that shit sound delicious Street Fame