Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fame, artist - 2Pac. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fame |
| And my niggas say |
| We want the FAAAAME |
| C’mon c’mon |
| One thing we all adore |
| Something worth dying for |
| Nothing but pain |
| Stuck in this game |
| Searching for fortune and fame |
| The one thing we all adore |
| Something worth dying for |
| It’s been nothing but pain |
| Stuck in this game |
| Searching for fortune and fame |
| Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to g’s |
| Stresses after battle with success comes greed (echo) |
| 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 the game |
| Lost souls |
| Who controls our brain? |
| Who can I blame? |
| The world seems strange at times |
| Somewhat insane |
| I’m hoping we can change with time |
| I’m living blinded |
| Searching for refinement |
| Curse, I know death follows me But I 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 |
| Coaster |
| Crystal glasses |
| We mash on them jealous bastards |
| With a ski mask |
| I’m the first one to warn them |
| Blast it Wrapped in plastic |
| Bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws) |
| Ain’t nothing left now |
| Treated like a stepchild |
| Was not for me Nothing but busters and bitches (fuck em all) |
| Be rocking beats |
| Fake in fame |
| Block run and shoot slugs |
| We throw them back like hardballs |
| Without the gloves |
| No love for these fake desperados |
| And thugs I bleed to envy |
| Smoke and blow out they blunts |
| Sipping Henney |
| Drunk nights |
| And hot days |
| Cocking my heat shooting it sideways |
| A wife on the run |
| Full of common blunts |
| Unconditionally married |
| To my gun |
| Fulfillin’my destiny |
| On knees |
| And ones desires |
| Be pulling all my cabbage like priors |
| Stuck in the trance searching for something higher |
| Fortune and fame |
| Searching for fortune and fame |
| Lost in the rain |
| A lose of the game |
| With life the cost of the game |
| We forcing the change |
| Mother fuck flossing the chain (echo) |
| All the blame |
| Belongs to the part of the brain (echo) |
| That we never use nigga |
| Plus my heart is in pain (echo) |
| And if I ever lose homey |
| Bet I’m at it again (echo) |
| Outlaws don’t die |
| So united we stand (echo) |
| And if family come before |
| All the fortune and fame (echo) |
| As I walk up in the crib |
| Laid to rest me head |
| Say some rhymes to angels |
| Hope they bless my bed |
| Hope they bless me the righteous way |
| Got a homie locked down |
| Outta town |
| I sent him a kite today |
| Man that hate in your heart you gotta cleanse it dog |
| Praying for my downfall and I can sense it dog |
| I was passed down the street fame |
| Like glocks clocked and keep aim |
| Was raised up with a clock box |
| And I ran with the local street gang |
| They say the light is faded |
| But still shine in the dark |
| You can easy been a man |
| But you is a boy in your heart |
| And that’s some game that I got |
| From generation of game |
| In the road of life dog |
| We need to switch up lanes |
| Think about it I can’t complain |
| I’ve seen my fair share of the fame |
| It wont change me Now I’ve got this piece of change |
| I feel strange I got so use to the hood |
| That when I finally got out at first it ain’t feel good |
| I was just a baby still retarded from slavery |
| When we struggle to shovel shit ain’t nobody saved me Ghetto ain’t made me I made myself |
| Poverty raised me thinking ain’t no help |
| I pray for my health my mind and my family too |
| State of myself my grind and my family crew |
| Where one hand watches the other |
| No we ain’t blood |
| But we still real brothers |
| The struggle is real |
| Nothing can steal |
| What we build |
| And that remains the same |
| 'Till that day we killed |
| And that’s real |
| Life that I was aimed to be Love by my family tree |
| That’s fame to me How about it |