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    2 Pac

    Fame

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    Добавлена 2 марта 2007 пользователем AND1

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    (featuring The Outlawz)
    And my niggas say
    We want the FAAAAME
    C'mon c'mon
    [Chorus]
    One thing we all adore
    Something worth dying for
    Nothing but pain
    Stuck in this game
    Searching for fortune and fame
    The one thing we all adore
    Something worth dying for
    It's been nothing but pain
    Stuck in this game
    Searching for fortune and fame
    [Verse 1: 2Pac]
    Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to g's
    Stresses after battle with success comes greed (echo)
    They got me hot When they shot me
    Plotted my revenge
    To increase my ends
    Enemies gettin dropped
    Win or lose
    Red or blue
    We must all stay true
    Play the game nigga
    Never let the game play you
    And for the fame
    Niggas change fast
    That's a shame
    What's the game
    Lost souls
    Who controls our brain?
    Who can I blame?
    The world seems strange at times
    Somewhat insane
    I'm hoping we can change with time
    I'm living blinded
    Searching for refinement
    Curse, I know death follows me
    But I murder him first
    And worse yet
    With each breathe
    Steps I take
    Breathless
    Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish?
    Cigar ashes
    Coaster
    Crystal glasses
    We mash on them jealous bastards
    With a ski mask
    I'm the first one to warn them
    Blast it
    Wrapped in plastic
    Bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws)
    Ain't nothing left now
    Treated like a stepchild
    Was not for me
    Nothing but busters and bitches (fuck em all)
    Be rocking beats
    Fake in fame
    [Verse 2: Kadafi]
    Block run and shoot slugs
    We throw them back like hardballs
    Without the gloves
    No love for these fake desperados
    And thugs I bleed to envy
    Smoke and blow out they blunts
    Sipping Henney
    Drunk nights
    And hot days
    Cocking my heat shooting it sideways
    A wife on the run
    Full of common blunts
    Unconditionally married
    To my gun
    Fulfillin' my destiny
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