Fame

And my niggas say
We want the FAAAAME
C'mon c'mon
 [bad word] 
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame

The one thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
It's been nothing but pain
Stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Though we exist and breathe some believe [bad word] to g's
Stresses after battle with [bad word] greed (echo)
They got me hot When they shot me
Plotted my revenge
To increase my ends
Enemies gettin dropped
Win or lose
Red or blue
We must all stay [bad word] Play the game [bad word] Never let the game play you
And for the fame
Niggas change fast
That's a shame
What's the game
Lost souls
Who controls our brain?
Who can I blame?
The world seems strange at times
Somewhat insane
I'm hoping we can change with time
I'm living blinded
Searching for refinement
Curse, I know death follows me
But I murder him first
And worse yet
With each breathe
Steps I take
Breathless
Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish?
Cigar ashes
Coaster
Crystal glasses
We mash on them jealous [bad word] With a ski mask
I'm the first one to warn them
Blast it
Wrapped in plastic [bad word] got his [bad word] hit (outlaws)
Ain't nothing left now
Treated like a stepchild
Was not for me
Nothing but busters and [bad word]  [bad word] em all)
Be rocking beats
Fake in fame