Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Street Fame, artist - Thug Life. Album song Thug Life: Volume 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Street Fame |
It was a dope spot front yard, one on one strappin' |
That’s the way it was way before all the scrappin' |
Earned my fuckin' props from the G’s in the hood |
Put in work, did some dirt, never snitched, never would |
Rollin' the fat Jaguars with my nigga P blowin' up |
Time comin' back sippin' Hennessy |
Seventeen years old and I felt like a Don mad rich |
And I had my pick of any fine bitch |
And my family was known to be great, seen slightly more |
Representin' no matter who sets it on |
Street power, why you niggas flip and you thug shit |
I be 'bout my motherfuckin' grip, nothin' else |
Gets between me and mine, just remember that |
Damn it’s a shame, but still I’m in the game |
I’m tryin to get street fame |
«I'm a superstar.», «I'm a superstar.» |
«I'm a superstar, made it by street fame» |
«I'm a superstar.», «I'm a superstar.» |
«I'm a superstar, made it by street fame» |
Don’t blame my mama, don’t blame my daddy |
I know they wish they never had me |
In and out of jail by twelve, failin' out of school |
Cause I was livin' by the street rules |
Hangin' with hogs, droppin' dawgs as a little loc |
I was gettin' my respect but I was still broke |
Into the game and expanded to the cocaine |
Went from double-ups, to slangin' them whole thangs |
Focused on my mail name ringin' like a bell |
And even with no proof they gonna put me in jail |
Everybody says he’s sold and I’m outta control |
Motherfuckers gossip but I still roll (nigga) |
Bitches want my cash on my dash of my cockpit |
They wouldn’t know a motherfucker if he didn’t have shit |
So while I’m ballin' and kickin' up dust, get yo' skull crushed |
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 drive a bucket in the inner city |
In the land of no pity, I made it by the street fame |
«I'm a superstar.», «I'm a superstar.» |
«I'm a superstar, made it by street fame» |
«I'm a superstar.», «I'm a superstar.» |
«I'm a superstar, made it by street fame» |
«I'm a superstar.», «I'm a superstar.» |
«I'm a superstar, made it by street fame» |
«I'm a superstar.», «I'm a superstar.» |
«I'm a superstar, made it by street fame» |
I’m a super star, 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 hellll |
Ain’t no yellow bricked road for all the niggas that I done smoked |
The hood done took me under, a nigga gots no heart |
Don’t get it twisted cause I’m there with my homey’s car |
I kill for my niggas, my niggas kill for me |
That’s the love you get, from the drunk one, you put in work see |
I’m a G with a gang of niggas after me |
Tryin' to peel me, 'cause I smoked they homey |
What comes around goes around is what makes it worse |
I smoke blunts all day to keep my mind off a hearse |
They don’t stop stop 'til my casket drop drop |
Let me ride, but all I want, thou shalt not beef or die |
And it don’t matter if I rap or plays |
Cause I blow out back of some minds, fuck the fame |
«I'm a superstar.», «I'm a superstar.» |
«I'm a superstar, made it by street fame» |
«I'm a superstar.», «I'm a superstar.» |
«I'm a superstar, made it by street fame» |
«I'm a superstar.», «I'm a superstar.» |
«I'm a superstar, made it by street fame» |
«I'm a superstar.», «I'm a superstar.» |
«I'm a superstar, made it by street fame» |
«…made it by street fame» |
«…made it by street fame» |
«…made it by street fame» |
«…made it by street fame» |
«…made it by street fame» |
«…made it by street fame» |
«…made it by street fame» |
«…made it by street fame» |