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2Pac
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Street Fame 2
Turn it up in my head phones
(Coming to a ghetto near you, street fame)
Haha, coming 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 niggas got me
Cellular calls are being traced
Since surveillance silently
Thug livin pay the bills
Expose bastards I leave em bloody
Deloris Tucker don't let your kids hear a nigga speak on gettin money
Got a nigga seein things
Why, hit the lye hope to God I can fly
Lethal weapon I'mma savage
Still a method to my madness
BLAST niggas 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
Hope in hard times never catch me slippin
Fuck authorities they wonder why minorities be trippin
Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back
Niggas will never get this shit back
Spit it so eloquently
My pistols represent me
Bust until my rounds empty
Back for the street fame
(One love to my true thugs)
Comin to a ghetto near you
Comin to a ghetto near you
All out warfare, eye for a eye
Bustin on my enemies bad boy killing
Fuck Lil' Kim you Nasty Bitch
Niggas blinded by my lyrical disguise
No time to plot retreats
Niggas shiver and die
Multiple rounds found laced
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
So we strive singularize we reflect in the mirrors
The prophecy is clear
Niggas lock n load disappear
Strategize with no fear
The crack game wasn't big enough
You bitch made motherfuckers get murdered and touched
I go to jail niggas screamin
FREE ME
Conversatin with my comrades
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Indeed nature feel my first seed
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
Nigga tighten your jaw
Givin birth to outlawz
Comin to a ghetto near you
Street fame it's true
(Only Makaveli the Don can put it down like this, hey Nas...)
Comin to a ghetto near you
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
Everything corrupted once man touched it
Hoping that none of the spies find me
That's why we bye bye daily
Floatin while we tokin on this potent branch
Flossing in the thug stance, flipping pockets out inside my pants
Never underestimate me
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
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
One love to my true niggas
(Comin to a ghetto near you)
(Comin to a ghetto near you)
I'mma tell you like this
If the lifestyle that you living
Got you taking more fucking shorts
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
To me that shit sound delicious
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