Текст (слова) песни: Tupac, 2Pac - Street Fame

[Macadoshis]
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]

[fade out]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Tupac, 2Pac - Street Fame [Macadoshis] 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] [fade out] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Street Fame: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/1170.html Все тексты песен: Tupac, 2Pac » Tupac, 2Pac - Run Tha Streetz » Tupac, 2Pac - White Man`s World » Tupac, 2Pac - Fuck the World » Tupac, 2Pac - Against All Odds » Tupac, 2Pac - Peep Game » Tupac, 2Pac - This Ain`t Livin » Tupac, 2Pac - It Ain`t Easy » Tupac, 2Pac - Words Of Wisdom » Tupac, 2Pac - All Out » Tupac, 2Pac - Thug Passion » Tupac, 2Pac - Baby Don`t Cry » Tupac, 2Pac - Dear Mama » Tupac, 2Pac - Troublesome 96 » Tupac, 2Pac - U Dont Have 2 Worry » Tupac, 2Pac - Ratha Be Ya Nigga » Tupac, 2Pac - Brenda`s Got A Baby » Tupac, 2Pac - How Do You Want It » Tupac, 2Pac - Cradle To The Grave » Tupac, 2Pac - I Get Around » Tupac, 2Pac - Words 2 My First Born Рекомендуем скачать: » Ocean Colour Scene - hundred mile high city2 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Outkast - The way you move » Old Lady Drivers - Vein Water » Omd - Victory Waltz » Our Lady Peace - Whatever » Offspring - bad habit \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » osbourne ozzy - crazy babies \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Outkast - Ain`t No Thang » Outkast - Liberation » Option 1 - Terima » Orphaned Land - A Call To Awake (The Quest) » osmond donny - Take Good Care Of My Baby » Oomph! - SuckTasteSpit » Opposing Perfection - Life » Onolfo A. - Meine Liebe Ist Ehrlich » Obie Trice - Got Some Teeth » Offspring - One Hundred Punks » Of Montreal - Look At The Bell » Off The Mark - Days Well Wasted » Olivia Newton John - My Old Man`s Got A Gun
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