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2Pac
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Street Fame 2
Turn it up in my head phones (Coming to a ghetto near you, street fame) Haha, coming to a ghetto near you 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 surveillance silently Thug livin pay the bills Expose bastards I leave em bloody Deloris Tucker don't let your kids hear a nigga speak on gettin money Got a nigga seein things Why, hit the lye hope to God I can fly Lethal weapon I'mma 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 Blinded in some pussy Hope in hard times never catch me slippin Fuck authorities they wonder why minorities be trippin Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back Niggas 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 Comin to a ghetto near you All out warfare, eye for a eye Bustin on my enemies bad boy killing Fuck Lil' Kim you Nasty Bitch Niggas blinded by my lyrical disguise No time to plot retreats Niggas shiver and die Multiple rounds found laced 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 So we strive singularize we reflect in the mirrors The prophecy is clear Niggas lock n load disappear Strategize with no fear The crack game wasn't big enough You bitch made motherfuckers get murdered and touched I go to jail niggas screamin FREE ME Conversatin with my comrades 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Indeed nature feel my first seed 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 Nigga tighten your jaw Givin birth to outlawz Comin to a ghetto near you Street fame it's true (Only Makaveli the Don can put it down like this, hey Nas...) Comin to a ghetto near you 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 Everything corrupted once man touched it Hoping that none of the spies find me That's why we bye bye daily Floatin while we tokin on this potent branch Flossing in the thug stance, flipping pockets out inside my pants Never underestimate me 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 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 One love to my true niggas (Comin to a ghetto near you) (Comin to a ghetto near you) I'mma tell you like this If the lifestyle that you living Got you taking more fucking shorts 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
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