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    "Fame" Lyrics

    2Pac

    Album:
    track 6 on disc 2
    Better Dayz [2002]
    Genre:Hip-Hop
    Duration:00:04:31
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    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
    On knees
    And ones desires
    Be pulling all my cabbage like priors
    Stuck in the trance searching for something higher
    Fortune and fame

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3: Kastro]
    Searching for fortune and fame
    Lost in the rain
    A lose of the game
    With life the cost of the game
    We forcing the change
    Mother fuck flossing the chain (echo)
    All the blame
    Belongs to the part of the brain (echo)
    That we never use nigga
    Plus my heart is in pain (echo)
    And if I ever lose homey
    Bet I'm at it again (echo)
    Outlaws don't die
    So united we stand (echo)
    And if family come before
    All the fortune and fame (echo)

    [Verse 4: Napoleon]
    As I walk up in the crib
    Laid to rest me head
    Say some rhymes to angels
    Hope they bless my bed
    Hope they bless me the righteous way
    Got a homie locked down
    Outta town
    I sent him a kite today
    Man that hate in your heart you gotta cleanse it dog
    Praying for my downfall and I can sense it dog
    I was passed down the street fame
    Like glocks clocked and keep aim
    Was raised up with a clock box
    And I ran with the local street gang
    They say the light is faded
    But still shine in the dark
    You can easy been a man
    But you is a boy in your heart
    And that's some game that I got
    From generation of game
    In the road of life dog
    We need to switch up lanes
    Think about it

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 5: Young Noble]
    I can't complain
    I've seen my fair share of the fame
    It wont change me
    Now I've got this piece of change
    I feel strange I got so use to the hood
    That when I finally got out at first it ain't feel good
    I was just a baby still retarded from slavery
    When we struggle to shovel shit ain't nobody saved me
    Ghetto ain't made me I made myself
    Poverty raised me thinking ain't no help
    I pray for my health my mind and my family too
    State of myself my grind and my family crew
    Where one hand watches the other
    No we ain't blood
    But we still real brothers
    The struggle is real
    Nothing can steal
    What we build
    And that remains the same
    'Till that day we killed
    And that's real
    Life that I was aimed to be
    Love by my family tree
    That's fame to me
    How about it

    [Chorus]
    This song was last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Delmar Drew Arnaud, Tupac Amaru Shakur.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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