Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fame, artist - RCDate of issue: 31.12.1995
Song language: English
Fame |
| Fame, I’m the man that takes things over |
| Fame makes me loose, hard to swallow |
| Fame puts me there where things are hollow |
| Fame, fame, it’s not your brain, it’s just the flame |
| The bitch is gonna get your ends, slain |
| You know I need the money, gotta get the money |
| 'Cause I need the cash, hey c’mon, gotta get it |
| You know I need the money, gotta get the money |
| 'Cause I need the cash, hey c’mon, gotta get it |
| Fame, what you like is in the limo |
| Fame, take it now, there’s no tomorrow |
| Fame, what you need you’ll have to borrow |
| Fame, fame, nine is fine, it plays for time |
| I’ma lemme hit you from behind, fame, fame, fame |
| Fame, a bullet for me, I bust it for you |
| I love it when you grab my gun, fame |
| Fame, what’s your name? |
| What’s your name? |
| What’s your name? |
| Say my name? |
| Say my name? |
| Say my name? |
| The world’s famous, rugged with the superstar persona |
| Rough designer, the chubby alcoholic rhymer, Big Tymer |
| I’m known in places I haven’t even been |
| Executed styles behind men |
| Oh God, I preach that old Hudd City gospel |
| My look’s hostile, hittin' Remy from the bottle |
| The fame is like I’m possessed wit game |
| And everywhere I go, ho’s screamin' my name |
| But I’m rollin', not that my bald head’s swollen |
| I’m towin', ya fixed up, they’d rather see ya broken |
| I’m scopin' often where the spotlights shine |
| Me and my crew drinkin', tryin' to have a good time |
| But folks watchin', wearin' khakis or Versace |
| They try to mock me, caught up in the paparazzi |
| Mama, look what the hogg had became |
| A top notch nigga with the fame game |
| Is it any wonder? |
| I’ll reject ya first |
| Fame, fame, fame, fame |
| Is it any wonder? |
| Your heart’s too cold to fool |
| Fame, fame, fame, fame |