2Pac — Fortune & Fame Original Version

[Intro: 2Pac] And my niggas say, we want the fame! C'mon [Hook: 2Pac & Kokane] One thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain, stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame One thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain, stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame [Verse 1: 2Pac] Though we exist to breed, some believe currency comes to G's Stress is half the battle, with success comes greed 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 true Play the game, nigga, never let the game play you And for the fame, niggas change fast, that's a shame What's to gain, lost souls? Who controls our brain? Who can I blame? The world seems strange at times Somewhat insane, I'm hopin' we can change with time I'm livin' blinded, searchin' for refinement curse I know, death follows me, but I'll 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, toast with crystal, glasses We mash on them jealous bastards, with my ski mask I'm the first one to want him blasted Wrapped in plastic, bullshittin' got his ass hit (Outlawz) Ain't nothing left now, treated like a stepchild was not for me Nothing but busters and bitches be rockin' beats, fake in fame (Fuck 'em all) [Hook: 2Pac & Kokane] Something thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain, stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame Something thing we all adore Something we dying for Nothing but pain, stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame [Bridge: Kokane] [?] [Collision: 2Pac] Double up nigga double up It’s my cell nigga, it's my cell Hahahah yeah Oh yeah you got that chicken, nigga? Eh do, how that shit hook up, though how that shit hook up? Can I get some? [Verse 2: Kokane] I love that ghetto shit (That ghetto shit) I love that 2Pac shit (2Pac shit) I'm that nigga out yo' window eating chicken out yo' caddy shit (shittt) We write this song to make you kill motherfuckers (Fuckers) Smash motherfuckers (Fuckers) Just to see ya cluck clucka (Clucka) I'm not just a rapper I'm a dope dealer (Dope man!) And I Ignorant motherfucker spray cap peeler (Cap peeler) It's like bass (bass!) How low can you go? (Go, go, go) I'll have to move my yay across San Di-ya-yo (Ya-yo baby) Westcoast, tax free, money is a bitch (beotch) These out of state niggas get mad 'cause we rich (Hahaha, richhh) Pick up a super chicken bac-ca (Bac-ca, bac-ca) He said selling 28 and a hundred By mail... [Verse 3: E.D.I.] For the fame (Fame) The notoriety To be well-known (Well-known) in this society To have everybody eyeing me 'Cause when I rise up my block mane, my cost is to floss I'm making up for all the times, that I floss to be lost (Floss to be lost) I scream, (Scream) 'til I was lost forever, nobody came (Fame) So on this day forth, I'ma die for the fortune and fame (Fame) Been on my name (Fame) where were all these years that I walk this earth Went for all mine (We search for fame) especially been cautious since birth Remain the same, since the day I came (Fame), will never change Even though I live my life hellishly (Fame) for all this fame (Fame) [Verse 4: Kadafi] Block fronters shoot slugs we throw 'em back like hardballs Without the gloves No love for these fake desperadoes and thugs (Hahaha) I bleed to envy Smoke and blow out they blunts sipping Henny Drunk nights And high days Cocking my heat shooting it sideways A life on the run (Ayy look out, look out) Full of common blunts unconditionally married to my gun Fulfillin' my destiny for needs and ones desires Be pulling all my cabbage like pliers Stuck in the trance searching for something higher Than fortune and fame Hahaha [Hook: 2Pac & Kokane] Something we all adore Something we dying for Nothing but pain, stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame Something we all adore Something we dying for Nothing but pain, stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame [Verse 5: Spice 1] I don't want to live forever, it's do or die I'd be a dead nigga talking gangsta S.P.I Niggas don't want me to be up in they system when I'm deceased Talk shit about when I'm up in the coffin nigga you'll rest in peace (Well alright) Motherfucker, I die for this shit, I got a lot ridin' Some niggas be backslidin', some niggas fall off and go into hidin' Some niggas be players up in the game five years Some niggas be making one platinum album Then be gettin' disrespecting O.G. peers Motherfucking hard since I was fo-teen, partners (Fo-teen partna) Some niggas be laying up in them streets, broke 'em off somethin' proper Haters may try to take your soul cold-hearted ass niggas Gotta ride with two twin Glocks, gotta sleep fingers on triggers Niggas don't want to see you have nothing, so have something And if a nigga run up on you, put a slug and get to dumping nigga Fame... [Chorus: Kokane] Something we all adore Something we dying for Stuck in this pain, stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame Something we all adore Something we dying for Nothing but pain, stuck in this game Nothing but pain... Stuck in this gaaaaaame