Street Fame OG Lyrics – 2Pac
Singer: 2Pac
Title: Street Fame OG
Ready, lil leaky, right now
Representin n#gg#
Street fame with Thug Life
Street fame n#gg# cause only pac can do it like this (street, street)
Why you turnin the bass up, goat mouth
Ay yo Makaveli the Don
Let’s put it on this n#gg#
Outlawz n#gg#, Outlawz
Turn it up in my headphones, please
Street Fame, more, 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 n#gg#s got me
Cellular calls are being traced
Set up surveillance silently
Momma chill (chill mama)
Thug livin pay thе bills
And die violently
Closed caskеts
Expose b#stards I leave em bloody (f#ck all y’all)
Deloris Tucker don’t let your kids hear a n#gg# speak on gettin money (thug life)
Ain’t nothin funny
CREAM
Got a n#gg# 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 n#gg#s laugh call the cash cabbage (haha, no doubt)
Read em and weep, Put em to sleep they hell bound
Lyrics will leave em spell bound
Clown now tired of bein held down
Cross my heart, hope to die
Blinded as a p#ss#
Millionaire
Livin care free
Sucka free
Playa haters miss me
Hope in hard time never catch me slippin
f#ck authorities they wonder why minorities be b#tchin
We ain’t havin it
Time to tare this sh#t back, Ghetto children kick back
Once I hit the Mack
Y’all n#gg#s will never get this sh#t back (shit back)
Spit it so eloquently
My pistols represent me
Bust until my rounds empty
Back for the street fame
Comin to a ghetto near you
Street fame
Hell yeah it’s true
Comin to a ghetto near you
Street fame
Comin to a ghetto near you
Street fame (nobody can touch us, outlawz n#gg#)
Hell yeah it’s true
f#ck Lil Kim you nasty b#tch
Kamikaze, Killuminati b#tch
Comin to a ghetto near you Temperatures rises
n#gg#s blinded by my lyrical disguise
No time to block retreats
n#gg#s shiver and die (pop pop pop)
Multiple rounds found laced
In his body and face
Rapped in plastic the acid erased all trace
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 singularize we reflected in mirrors
The prophecy is clear
n#gg#s lock n load disappear
Strategize with no fear
Waging war for years
The crack game wasn’t big enough
Ready to rush
You b#tch made m#th*rf#ck*rs get murdered and touched
I go to jail n#gg#s screamin
FREE ME
Speakin freely
Conversatin with my comrades
Kickin 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
n#gg# tighten your jaw (outlaw, westside, deathrow)
Givin birth to outlawz
Buck buck to these n#gg#s, war style, outlaw, makaveli the don, puttin on you b#tch made n#gg#s
Hey Nas you die, Mobb Deep you die
Comin to a ghetto near you
Street fame it’s true
Hell yeah it’s true
Comin to a ghetto near you
Street fame {Makaveli}
Positive identification
Got me rushed to the station
Stuck in this line up
Tryin hard to hide my face
They placed my name but can’t recall description
I ain’t did sh#t officer, (f#ck that b#tch) that b#tch 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 why we bye bye daily
Knowin cops trail me
But why cry floatin while we tokin on this potent branch
Flossin in the thug stance, pistol stuck inside my pants
Never underestimate me
Playa hate me
See me in HIGH
Show em hollow points shatter enemies die
Spread love, dead thugs
Gettin buried in riches
Take a chance to advance, f#ck them worrin b#tches
Penitentiaries are a possibility, bust and pray
Wear a rubber so I live to f#ck another day
HEY…
Ain’t nothin strange
At 25 still dyin to change
But still I bang wanting street fame
Similar (Thugged out, Makaveli the don)
Hell yeah it’s true
Comin to a ghetto near you
Street fame
DEATHROW (WESTSIDE)
One love to my true n#gg#s
Comin to a ghetto near you
Westside (WESTSIDE)
Street fame
No doubt, you can’t do without
My sh#t better
Check this out
Call me the muthaf#ckin thugged out ghetto preacher
I’m a tell you like this (Killuminati, blast me n#gg#)
This lifestyle that you livin (Hail Mary) , got you takin more f#ckin shorts (blasphemy blasphemy)
Then gettin props, that lifestyle need to stop (where my n#gg#s at x2) (yeah n#gg#)
Best to recognize this outlaw sh#t (chosen man)
Cause only in this outlaw lifestyle (the words of a chosen man) (follow me now)
Can you truly come to see what this life is supposed to be like (follow me now, follow me now)
Maybe youll start to see riches, fine b#tches and hittin switches
Shit, to me that sh#t sounds delicious
Street fame
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