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 to sanitize my posse Look how paranoid these niggas got me Cellular calls are being traced Since send surveillance silently Momma chill Thug livin pay the bills And die violently Closed caskets Expose s I leave em bloody Deloris 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 ma savage Still a method to my madness BLAST niggaz laugh callin cash 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 Millionaire Living care free Sucka free Playa haters miss me Hope in hard times never catch me slippin authorities they wonder why minorities be trippin We ain t having it Time to tear back
ghetto children kick back Once I hit the mat Niggaz will never get back Spit it so eloquently My pistols represent me Bust until my rounds empty Back for the street fame [Chorus] (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 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 hoes get blasted If we bleed then they suffocate Chokin in terror So we strive seein our lives be reflected in 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 mother ers get murdered and touched I go to jail niggaz screamin FREE ME 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 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 [Chorus] (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 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
pistol tucked 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 them worrin bitches Penitentiary s a possibility
bust and pray Wear a rubber so I live to 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 niggaz (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 ma tell you like this (Street Fame) If the lifestyle that you living Got you taking more ing 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
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 to sanitize my posse Look how paranoid these niggas got me Cellular calls are being traced Since send surveillance silently Momma chill Thug livin pay the bills And die violently Closed caskets Expose s I leave em bloody Deloris 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 ma savage Still a method to my madness BLAST niggaz laugh callin cash 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 Millionaire Living care free Sucka free Playa haters miss me Hope in hard times never catch me slippin authorities they wonder why minorities be trippin We ain t having it Time to tear back
ghetto children kick back Once I hit the mat Niggaz will never get back Spit it so eloquently My pistols represent me Bust until my rounds empty Back for the street fame [Chorus] (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 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 hoes get blasted If we bleed then they suffocate Chokin in terror So we strive seein our lives be reflected in 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 mother ers get murdered and touched I go to jail niggaz screamin FREE ME 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 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 [Chorus] (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 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
pistol tucked 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 them worrin bitches Penitentiary s a possibility
bust and pray Wear a rubber so I live to 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 niggaz (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 ma tell you like this (Street Fame) If the lifestyle that you living Got you taking more ing 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
