Street Fame (Briss Remix) lyrics

by

Tha Dogg Pound


[Intro]
Turn it up in my head phones, please
Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame
More, ha ha, comin' to a ghetto near you

[Verse 1]
I wasn't mad until these tricks shot me
It's time I sanitize my posse
Look how paranoid these n*ggas got me
Cellular calls are being traced since surveillance silently
Mama, chill, thug livin' pay the bills, I'm dyin' violently
Closed caskets, expose bast*rds, I leave 'em bloody
Delores Tucker, don't let your kids
Hear a n*gga speak on gettin' money
Ain't nothin' funny, green got a n*gga seein' things
Why? Hit the lye, hope to God I can fly
Lethal weapon, I'm a savage; still a method to my madness
Blast, n*ggas laugh, calling cash 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, blind with some pus*y
Millionaire, livin' care free, sucka free, playa haters miss me
Hope in hard times never catch me slippin'
f*ck authorities! They wonder why minorities be trippin'
We ain't havin' it, time to tear this sh*t back
Ghetto children kick back
Once I hit the MAC, n*ggas'll never get they sh*t back
Spit it so eloquently, my pistols represent me
Bust until my rounds empty; back for the street fame
[Hook]
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 killers
Straight dissin' you
f*ck Little Kim, you nasty b*tch!

[Verse 2]
Temperatures rises, n*ggas blinded by my lyrical disguise
No time to plot retreats, n*ggas shiver and die
Multiple rounds found laced in his body and face
Wrapped in plastic, the acid erased all traces
Criminal tactics, the block game became so drastic
Military mind, mash all the hoes, get blasted
If we bleed then they suffocate, chokin' in terror
So we strive seein' our lives be reflected in mirrors
The prophecy is clear, n*ggas lock and load, disappear
Strategize with no fear, wagin' war for years
The crack game wasn't big enough, ready to rush
b*tch made motherf*ckers get murdered and touched
I go to jail n*ggas screamin' free me, speakin' freely
Conversatin' with my comrades kickin' Swahili
Indeed they should fear my first seed
It gets worse, planned a curse to be a G, on the first to breathe
Currency in stacks, artillery in the back
Strapped, armies, we camouflaged in all black
When we attack, holla out my set, n*gga
Tighten your jaw, givin' birth to Outlawz, street fame
[Hook]
Bust, n*gga bust!
Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame
Only Makaveli the Don
Can put it down like this; ain't none like me
Comin' to a ghetto near you, with street fame

[Verse 3]
Positive identification, got me rushed to the station
Stuck in this line up, tryin' hard to hide my face
They placed the name but can't recall description
I ain't did sh*t, officer, that b*tch trippin'
Promise retaliation, their plan busted, no man to be trusted
Everything corrupted once man touch it
Kamikaze, hopin' that none of the spies find me
That's why we bye bye daily, knowin' cops trail me
But why cry? Floatin' while we tokin' on this potent branch
Flossin' in the thug stance, pistol tucked inside my pants
Never underestimate me, playa hate me, see me and hide
Sure as hollow-points shatter, enemies die
Spread love, dead thugs gettin' buried in riches
Take a chance to advance; f*ck them worryin' b*tches!
Penitentiary's a possibility, bust and pray
Wear a rubber so I live to f*ck another day, hey!
Ain't nothin' strange, I'm 25, dyin' to change
But still I bang wantin' street fame
[Hook]
That's the end of that
Thugged out, Makaveli the Don
Representin' the Outlawz, street fame
One love to my true n*ggas
Comin' to a ghetto near you street fame
Makaveli the Don, Killuminati
Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame

[Outro]
Yo, check this out, I'ma tell you like this
If the lifestyle that you livin'
Got you taking more f*ckin' shorts than gettin' props
Then that lifestyle need to stop
Best to recognize this Outlaw sh*t
‘Cause only in this Outlaw lifestyle can you truly come to
To see what this life's supposed to be like
n*gga, you'll start to see riches
Fine b*tches and hittin' switches
sh*t, to me that sh*t sound delicious; street fame
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