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    Street Fame

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    Добавлена 2 марта 2007 пользователем AND1

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    Текст песни Street Fame
    Текст песни Street Fame
    Turn it up in my head phones
    (Coming to a ghetto near you, street fame)
    More
    Haha, coming to a ghetto near you,
    [Verse One]
    I wasn't mad until these tricks me<
    It's time to sanitize my posse
    Look how paranoid these niggas got me
    Cellular calls are being traced
    Since surveillance silently
    Momma chill
    Thug livin pay the bills
    And die violently
    Closed caskets
    Expose bastards I leave em bloody
    Deloris Tucker don't let your kids hear a nigga speak on gettin money
    Ain't nothin funny
    cream<<
    Got a nigga seein things
    Why, hit the lye hope to God I can fly
    Lethal weapon I'ma savage
    Still a method to my madness
    BLAST niggaz laugh call em care cabbage
    Read em and weep, put em to sleep they hell bound
    Lyrics will leave em spell bound
    Clown now tired of being held down
    Cross my heart hope to die
    Blinded in some pussy
    Millionaire
    Living care free
    Sucka free
    Playa haters miss me
    Hope in hard times never catch me slippin
    Fuck authorities they wonder why minorities be trippin
    We ain't having it
    Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back
    Once I hit the mat
    Niggaz will never get this shit back
    Spit it so eloquently
    My pistols represent me
    Bust until my rounds empty
    Back for the street fame
    [Chorus]
    (One love to my true thugs)
    Comin to a ghetto near you
    Street fame
    (bust)
    Comin to a ghetto near you
    Street fame
    All out warfare, eye for a eye
    Bustin on my enemies bad boy killing
    (Street fame)
    Straight dissing you
    Fuck Lil' Kim you Nasty Bitch
    [Verse Two]
    Temperatures rises
    Niggaz blinded by my lyrical disguise
    No time to plot retreats
    Niggaz shiver and die
    Multiple rounds found laced
    In his body and face
    Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all traces
    Criminal tactics the rap game
    Became so drastic
    Military mind mashed all the walls they blasted
    If we bleed then they suffocate
    Chokin in terror
    So we strive singularize we reflect in the mirrors
    The prophecy is clear
    Niggaz lock n load disappear
    Strategize with no fear
    Waging war for years
    The crack game wasn't big enough
    Ready to rush
    You bitch made motherfuckers get murdered and touched
    I go to jail niggaz screamin
    FREE ME
    Speakin freely
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