Street Fame (Without 2Pac) (исполнитель: Thug Life)
[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*}