Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Street Fame , by - 2Pac. Release date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Street Fame |
| It was a dope spot from y’all |
| One on one strappin' |
| That’s the way it was when the four of us was strappin' |
| I’m a fuckin' class from the Gs in the hood |
| Puttin' worth, did some dirt |
| Now a snitch never would |
| Blowin' fat jag blunts with my nigga P |
| Growin' up |
| Time comin' back sippin Henessey |
| We said we seniors are old |
| And I felt like a god man bitch |
| And i had my pickup '85 bitch |
| And my family was known to be great |
| See Syke Moore representin' no matter who sets it on |
| Street power |
| Why you niggas flip and you thug shit |
| I be by my motherfuckin' grip |
| Numba nos |
| Cause we three million minds |
| Remember that |
| Damn its a shame |
| But still I’m in the game |
| I’m tryin to get street fame |
| (Syke) |
| Don’t blame my mama |
| Don’t blame my daddy |
| I know they wish they never had me |
| In and out of jail by 12 |
| Failing out of school |
| Cause I was livin' by the street rules |
| Hangin with hoes |
| Droppin dawgs as a little loot |
| I was gettin my respect but i was still rude |
| Into the game and slang |
| Into the cocaine |
| With 'em double ups |
| We slangin them whole things |
| Hey I just told my mail man |
| You hangin like a bail |
| And even with no proof they gonna put me in jail |
| Everbody says he’s sold and I’m outta control |
| Motherfuckers gossip and I still roll |
| Bitches want my cash on my dash on my pac-vit |
| They wouldn’t know a motherfucker if he didn’t have shit |
| So while I’m ballin and kickin up dust |
| Get your score fresh |
| Bitch made niggas know not to fuck with us |
| Cause I’m livin on the edge |
| I’m blastin lead |
| Wanted by the feds they got to take me dead |
| So fuck it try to work it in the inner city |
| In the land of no pity |
| I made it by the street fame |
| (Rated R) |
| Super storm made it by street fame |
| I had to make some people feel the pain |
| In this dirty game |
| I know I’m on my way to hell |
| Hey yo gather it up for all the niggas that have been smoked |
| The hood that took me under |
| A nigga gots the heart |
| Don’t get it twisted cause I’m mad with my homey’s score |
| I kill for my niggas, my niggas kill for me |
| That’s the love you get from your drug for you pootie |
| It works, see? |
| I’m a G |
| Would a gang of niggas have to reach and appeal me |
| Cause I smoked their homey |
| Well don’t feel proud |
| Cause around here thats what makes it worse |
| I smoke blunts all day to keep my mind off them |
| They don’t stop |
| Through my casket drop-top let me ride |
| All i want is Shatmo |
| He’s a god |
| And it don’t matter if a rapper plays |
| Cause I cought the back of some minds |
| Fuck the fame |
| (fade out) |