2Pac Street Fame II tekst

Turn it up in my head phones
(Coming to a ghetto near you, street fame)

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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 surveillance silently
Momma chill Thug living 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 getting money
Ain't nothing funny green got a nigga seeing 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 millionaire
Living care free sucker free player haters miss me
Hope in hard times never catch me slipping
Fuck authorities they wonder why minorities be tripping 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

[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

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 choking in terror
So we strive singularize we reflect in the mirrors
The prophecy is clear niggaz lock n load disappear
Strategise 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 screaming FREE ME
Speaking freely conversating with my comrades kicking Swahili
Indeed nature feel my first seed
It gets worse plans are cursed to be a G o the first to breathe
Currency in stacks artillery in the back strapped
Armies, we camouflaged in all black when we attack
Holler 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...)
Comin to a ghetto near you
With street fame

[Verse Three]
Positive identification got me rushed to the station
Stuck in this line up trying hard to hide my face
They placed the name but can't recall description
I ain't did shit officer that bitch tripping, 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 knowing cops trail me but why cry?
Floating while we toting on this potent branch
Flossing in the thug stance, flipping pockets out inside my pants
Never underestimate me, player hate me, see me and hide
Sure as hollow points shatter, enemies die
Spread love, dead thugs getting buried in riches
Take a chance to advance fuck them worrying bitches
Penitentiary's a possibility, bust and pray
Wear a rubber so I live to fuck another day
Hey, ain't nothing 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
Representing 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 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