2pac - Street Fame lyrics

It was a dope spot from y'all

One on one strappin'

That's the way it was when the four of us was strappin'

I'm a fuckin' class from the Gs in the hood

Puttin' worth, did some dirt

Now a snitch never would

Blowin' fat jag blunts with my nigga P

Growin' up

Time comin' back sippin Henessey

We said we seniors are old

And I felt like a god man bitch

And i had my pickup '85 bitch

And my family was known to be great

See Syke Moore representin' no matter who sets it on

Street power

Why you niggas flip and you thug shit

I be by my motherfuckin' grip

Numba nos

Cause we three million minds

Remember that

Damn its a shame

But still I'm in the game

I'm tryin to get street fame

(chorus)

(Syke)

Don't blame my mama

Don't blame my daddy

I know they wish they never had me

In and out of jail by 12

Failing out of school

Cause I was livin' by the street rules

Hangin with hoes

Droppin dawgs as a little loot

I was gettin my respect but i was still rude

Into the game and slang

Into the cocaine

With 'em double ups

We slangin them whole things

Hey I just told my mail man

You hangin like a bail

And even with no proof they gonna put me in jail

Everbody says he's sold and I'm outta control

Motherfuckers gossip and I still roll

Bitches want my cash on my dash on my pac-vit

They wouldn't know a motherfucker if he didn't have shit

So while I'm ballin and kickin up dust

Get your score fresh

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 try to work it in the inner city

In the land of no pity

I made it by the street fame

(chorus)

(Rated R)

Super storm 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 hell

Hey yo gather it up for all the niggas that have been smoked

The hood that took me under

A nigga gots the heart

Don't get it twisted cause I'm mad with my homey's score

I kill for my niggas, my niggas kill for me

That's the love you get from your drug for you pootie

It works, see?

I'm a G

Would a gang of niggas have to reach and appeal me

Cause I smoked their homey

Well don't feel proud

Cause around here thats what makes it worse

I smoke blunts all day to keep my mind off them

They don't stop

Through my casket drop-top let me ride

All i want is Shatmo

He's a god

And it don't matter if a rapper plays

Cause I cought the back of some minds

Fuck the fame

(chorus)...

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