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Тут найдется любой текст песни: Исполнитель: 2Pac
Песня: Street Fame
Добавил: Гость
2Pac – Street Fame 0Turn it up in my head phones (Coming to a ghetto near you, street fame) More 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 cream<< 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 |
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