Turn it up in my head [bad word]  to a ghetto near you, Street fame, more [bad word]  to a ghetto near you

I wasn't mad until these tricks shot me
It's time to sanitize my posse look how paranoid these niggaz 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 bein' held down

Cross my heart hope to die, blinded in some [bad word] millionaire
Livin' 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 havin' 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

One love to my [bad word] [bad word]  to a ghetto near you, Street fame, [bad word]  to a ghetto near you, Street fame
All out warfare, eye for a eye
Bustin' on my enemies bad boy killin', straight dissin' you [bad word] Lil' Kim you Nasty [bad word] 
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, wagin' war for years
The crack game wasn't big enough, ready [bad word] [bad word] made [bad word] get murdered and touched

I go to jail niggaz screamin', 'Free me', speakin' freely
Conversation with [bad word] kickin' 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

Bust, [bad word]  [bad word]  to a ghetto near you, [bad word]  yeah, it's [bad word] Street fame
Only Makaveli the Don can put it down like this, hey [bad word]  to a ghetto near you with Street fame

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, hopin' 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
Flossin' in the thug stance, flippin' 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 dyin' to change
But still I bang wantin' street fame, that's the end of that

Thugged out, Makaveli t