2Pac — Street Fame Original Version

(Makaveli talking) Ready, lil leaky, right now Representin nigga Street fame with Thug Life Street fame nigga cause only pac can do it like this (street, street) Why you turnin the bass up, goat mouth Ay yo Makaveli the Don Let’s put it on this nigga Outlawz nigga, Outlawz Turn it up in my headphones, please (Comin to a ghetto near you) Street Fame, more, haha Coming to a ghetto near you [Makaveli] I wasn’t mad until these tricks shot me It’s time to sanitize my posse Look how paranoid these niggas got me Cellular calls are being traced Set up surveillance silently Momma chill (chill mama) Thug livin pay thе bills And die violently Closed caskеts Expose bastards I leave em bloody (fuck all y’all) Deloris Tucker don’t let your kids hear a nigga speak on gettin money (thug life) Ain’t nothin funny CREAM Got a nigga seein things Why, hit the lye hope to God I can fly Lethal weapon I’m a savage Still a method to my madness BLAST niggas laugh call the cash cabbage (haha, no doubt) Read em and weep, Put em to sleep they hell bound Lyrics will leave em spell bound Clown now tired of bein held down Cross my heart, hope to die Blinded as a pussy Millionaire Livin care free Sucka free Playa haters miss me Hope in hard time never catch me slippin Fuck authorities they wonder why minorities be bitchin We ain’t havin it Time to tare this shit back, Ghetto children kick back Once I hit the Mack Y’all niggas will never get this shit back (shit back) Spit it so eloquently My pistols represent me Bust until my rounds empty Back for the street fame [Chorus] (Street fame) (One love to my true thugs) Comin to a ghetto near you Street fame Hell yeah it’s true Comin to a ghetto near you Street fame (All out warfare eye for a eye bust until my enemies die get jealous) Comin to a ghetto near you Street fame (nobody can touch us, outlawz nigga) Hell yeah it’s true Fuck Lil Kim you nasty bitch Kamikaze, Killuminati bitch (Outlawz nigga straight Makaveli the don Killuminati) Comin to a ghetto near you (Makaveli) Temperatures rises Niggas blinded by my lyrical disguise No time to block retreats Niggas shiver and die (pop pop pop) Multiple rounds found laced In his body and face Rapped in plastic the acid erased all trace Criminal tactics, the rap game Became so drastic Military mind mashed all the walls get blasted If we bleed then they suffocate Chokin in terror So we strive singularize we reflected in mirrors The prophecy is clear Niggas 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 niggas screamin FREE ME Speakin freely Conversatin with my comrades Kickin 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 (outlaw, westside, deathrow) Givin birth to outlawz (Ha ha) Street fame [Chorus and 2Pac talking] Buck buck to these niggas, war style, outlaw, makaveli the don, puttin on you bitch made niggas Hey Nas you die, Mobb Deep you die Comin to a ghetto near you Street fame it’s true (Only Makaveli the Don can do this, Hey nas time to die, time to die) Hell yeah it’s true Comin to a ghetto near you Street fame [Makaveli] Positive identification Got me rushed to the station Stuck in this line up (It ain’t me) Tryin hard to hide my face They placed my name but can’t recall description I ain’t did shit officer, (fuck that bitch) 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 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, pistol stuck inside my pants Never underestimate me Playa hate me See me in HIGH Show em hollow points shatter enemies die Spread love, dead thugs Gettin buried in riches Take a chance to advance, fuck them worrin bitches Penitentiaries are a possibility, bust and pray Wear a rubber so I live to fuck another day HEY… Ain’t nothin strange At 25 still dyin to change But still I bang wanting street fame Similar (Thugged out, Makaveli the don) Hell yeah it’s true (Representin the outlawz) Comin to a ghetto near you Street fame DEATHROW (WESTSIDE) One love to my true niggas Comin to a ghetto near you Westside (WESTSIDE) Street fame No doubt, you can’t do without My shit better (Makaveli the don, killuminati) Check this out Call me the muthafuckin thugged out ghetto preacher I’m a tell you like this (Killuminati, blast me nigga) This lifestyle that you livin (Hail Mary) , got you takin more fuckin shorts (blasphemy blasphemy) Then gettin props, that lifestyle need to stop (where my niggas at x2) (yeah nigga) Best to recognize this outlaw shit (chosen man) Cause only in this outlaw lifestyle (the words of a chosen man) (follow me now) Can you truly come to see what this life is supposed to be like (follow me now, follow me now) Maybe youll start to see riches, fine bitches and hittin switches Shit, to me that shit sounds delicious Street fame