Turn it up in my head phones 
 [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 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 
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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 ...) (Note: "time to die" was removed)  [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