Текст песни 2 Pac - Street Fame

Turn it up in my head phones 

(Coming to a ghetto near you, street fame) 



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Haha, coming 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 bastards I leave em bloody 

Deloris Tucker don't let your kids hear a nigga speak on gettin money 

Ain't nothin funny 

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Got a nigga 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 hell bound 

Lyrics will leave em spell bound 

Clown now tired of being held down 

Cross my heart hope to die 

Blinded in some pussy 

Millionaire 

Living care free 

Sucka free 

Playa haters miss me 

Hope in hard times never catch me slippin 

Fuck authorities they wonder why minorities be trippin 

We ain't having it 

Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back 

Once I hit the mat 

Niggaz will never get this shit back 

Spit it so eloquently 

My pistols represent me 

Bust until my rounds empty 

Back for the street fame 



[Chorus] 



(One love to my true thugs) 

Comin to a ghetto near you 

Street fame 

(bust) 

Comin 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 



Fuck Lil' Kim you Nasty Bitch 



[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 to rush 

You bitch made motherfuckers get murdered and touched 

I go to jail niggaz screamin 

FREE ME 

Speakin freely 

Conversatin with my comrades 

Kicking Swahili 

Indeed nature feel my first seed 

It gets worse 

Plans are cursed to be a G 

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 

Nigga tighten your jaw 

Givin birth to outlawz 

(Ha ha) 

Street fame 



[Chorus] 



(Bust nigga bust) 

Comin to a ghetto near you 

(hell yeah) 

Street fame it's true 

(Only Makaveli the Don can put it down like this, Hey Nas ...) (Note: "time to die" was removed) 

Comin to a ghetto near you 

With street fame 



[Verse Three] 



Positive identification 

Got me rushed 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 shit officer 

That bitch trippin 

Promise retaliation 

They plan busted 

No man to be trusted 

Everything corrupted 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 fuck them worrin bitches 

Penitentiary's a possibility, bust and pray 

Wear a rubber so I live to fuck another day 

HEY... 

Ain't nothin strange 

I'm 25 dying to change 

But still I bang wanting street fame 



(That's the end of that) 



Thugged out, Makaveli the Don 

Representin the Outlawz 

(Street fame) 

One love to my true niggaz 

(Comin to a ghetto near you) 

(Street fame) 

Makaveli the Don 

Killuminati 

(Comin to a ghetto near you) 

(Street fame) 

Yo check this out 

I'ma tell you like this 

(Street Fame) 

If the lifestyle that you living 

Got you taking more fucking shorts 

Than getting props 

Then that lifestyle need to stop 

Best to recognize some Outlaw shit 

Cause only in this Outlaw lifestyle can you truly come to 

To see what this life's supposed to be like 

Nigga you'll start to see riches, fine bitches and hitting switches 

Shit 

To me that shit sound delicious 

Street Fame