[Mopreme]
It was a dope spot front yard, one on one strappin
That's the way it was way before all the scrappin
Earned my [bad word] props from the G's in the hood
Put in work, did some dirt, never snitched, never would
Rollin the fat Jaguars with my [bad word] P blowin up [bad word] back sippin Henessey
Seventeen years old and I felt like God mad rich
And I had my pick of any fine [bad word] And my family was known to be great, seen slightly more
Representin no matter who sets it on
Street power, why you niggaz flip and you thug [bad word] I be bout my [bad word] grip, nothin else
gets between me and mine, just remember that [bad word] it's a shame, but still I'm in the game
I'm tryin to get street fame
 [bad word] 
"I'm a superstar..", "I'm a superstar.."
"I'm a superstar, made it by street fame"
"I'm a superstar..", "I'm a superstar.."
"I'm a superstar, made it by street fame"

[Big Syke]
Don't blame my mama, don't blame my daddy
I know they wish they never had me
In and out of jail by twelve, failin out of school
Cause I was livin by the [bad word] Hangin with hogs, droppin dawgs as a little loc
I was gettin my respect but I was still broke
Into the game and expanded to the cocaine
Went from double-ups, to slangin them whole thangs
Focused on my mail name ringin like a bell
And even with no proof they gonna put me in jail 
Everbody says he's sold and I'm outta control [bad word] gossip but I still roll  [bad word]  [bad word] want my cash on my dash of my [bad word] They wouldn't know a [bad word] if he didn't have [bad word] So while I'm ballin and kickin up dust, get yo' skull [bad word] [bad word] made niggaz know not to [bad word] with us
Cause I'm livin on the edge, I'm blastin lead
Wanted by the Feds, they got to take me dead
So [bad word] it drive a bucket in the inner city
In the land of no pity, I made it by the street fame
 [bad word]  - 2X

[The Rated R]
I'm a super star, made it by street fame
I had to make some people feel the pain, in this dirty game
I know I'm on my way to hellll
Ain't no yellow bricked road for all the niggas that I done smoked
The hood done took me under, a [bad word] gots no heart
Don't get it twisted cause I'm there with my homey's car
I kill for my niggaz, my niggaz kill for me
That's the love you get, from the [bad word] one, you put in work see
I'm a with a gang of niggaz after
Tryin to peal me, cause I smoked they homey [bad word] around goes around is what makes it worse
I smoke blunts all day to keep my mind off a hearse
They don't stop stop til my casket drop drop
Let me ride, but all I want, thou shalt not beef or die
And it don't matter if I rap or plays
Cause I blow out back of some minds, [bad word] the fame
 [bad word] 

".. made it by street fame"
{*repeat to the end*}