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2pac - Street Fame текст песни, lyrics

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

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