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