Street Fame Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Turn it up in my head phones 

Coming to a ghetto near you, street fame 

More, 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 

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, green, 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 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 

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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 

(Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame) 

Straight dissing you, fuck Lil' Kim you nasty bitch 

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 an' 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 outlaws, street fame 

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Bust nigga bust, comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame it's true 

(Hell yeah) 

Only Makaveli the don can put it down like this, hey Nas 

(Comin' to a ghetto near you with street fame) 

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 worryin' 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 outlaws 

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'm a 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