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 [bad word] to a ghetto near you, street fame)

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 [bad word] 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 livin pay the bills
And die violently
Closed caskets
Expose [bad word] I leave em bloody
Deloris Tucker don't let your kids hear a [bad word] speak on gettin money
Ain't nothin funny
Green
Got a [bad word] 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 [bad word] bound
Lyrics will leave em spell bound
Clown now tired of being held down
Cross my heart hope to die
Blinded in some [bad word] 
Millionaire
Living care free
Sucka free
Playa haters miss me
Hope in hard times never catch me slippin
 [bad word] authorities they wonder why minorities be trippin
We ain't having it
Time to tear this [bad word] back, ghetto children kick back
Once I hit the mat
Niggaz will never get this [bad word] back
Spit it so eloquently
My pistols represent me
Bust until my rounds empty
Back for the street fame

 [bad word] 
(One love to my [bad word] thugs) [bad word] to a ghetto near you
Street fame
(bust) [bad word] 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

 [bad word] Lil' Kim you Nasty [bad word] 

[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 [bad word] 
You [bad word] made [bad word] get murdered and touched
I go to jail niggaz screamin
FREE ME
Speakin freely
Conversatin with [bad word] 
Kicking Swahili
Indeed nature feel my first seed
It gets worse
Plans are cursed to be a 
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
 [bad word] tighten your jaw
Givin birth to outlawz
(Ha ha)
Street fame

 [bad word] 
(Bust [bad word] bust) [bad word] to a ghetto near you
 [bad word] yeah)
Street fame it's [bad word] 
(Only Makaveli the Don can put it down like this, hey Nas...) [bad word] to a ghetto near you
With street fame

[Verse Three]
Positive identification
Got [bad word] 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 [bad word] officer
That [bad word] trippin
Promise retaliation
They plan busted
No man to be [bad word] 
Everything [bad word] 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, 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 [bad word] them worrin [bad word] 
Penitentiary's a possibility, bust and pray
Wear [bad word] so I live to [bad word] 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