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    "Street Fame [Briss Remix]" Lyrics


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    Turn it up in my head phones
    Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame, more
    Haha, comin' to a ghetto near you

    I wasn't mad until these tricks shot me
    It's time to sanitize my posse look how paranoid these niggas got me
    Cellular calls are being traced since surveillance silently
    Momma chill, thug livin' pay the bills and die violently
    Closed caskets, expose bastards I leave 'em bloody
    Deloris Tucker don't let your kids hear a nigga speak
    On gettin' money ain't nothin' funny, green, got a nigga seein' things
    Why, hit the lye hope to God I can fly
    Lethal weapon I'ma savage, still a method to my madness
    Blast niggas laugh call 'em care cabbage
    Read 'em and weep, put 'em to sleep they hell bound
    Lyrics will leave 'em spell bound, clown now tired of bein' held down
    Cross my heart hope to die, blinded in some pussy millionaire
    Livin' care free, sucka free, playa haters miss me
    Hope in hard times never catch me slippin'
    Fuck authorities they wonder why minorities be trippin'
    We ain't havin' it
    Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back
    Once I hit the mat, niggas will never get this shit back
    Spit it so eloquently, my pistols represent me
    Bust until my rounds empty, back for the street fame

    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 killin', straight dissin' you
    Fuck Lil' Kim you nasty bitch

    Temperatures rises, niggas blinded by my lyrical disguise
    No time to plot retreats, niggaz shiver and die
    Multiple rounds found laced in his body and face
    Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all traces
    Criminal tactics the rap game became so drastic
    Military mind mashed all the walls they blasted
    If we bleed then they suffocate, chokin' in terror
    So we strive singularize we reflect in the mirrors
    The prophecy is clear niggas lock 'n load disappear
    Strategize with no fear, wagin' war for years
    The crack game wasn't big enough, ready to rush
    Bitch made motherfuckers get murdered and touched
    I go to jail niggas screamin', 'Free me', speakin' freely
    Conversation with my comrades kickin' Swahili
    Indeed nature feel my first seed, it gets worse
    Plans are cursed 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
    Nigga tighten your jaw, givin' birth to outlawz
    Ha, ha, street fame

    Bust, nigga, bust, bust
    Comin' to a ghetto near you, hell, yeah, it's true
    Street fame
    Only Makaveli the Don can put it down like this, hey Nas
    Comin' to a ghetto near you with street fame

    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 shit officer that bitch trippin'
    Promise retaliation they plan busted, no man to be trusted
    Everything corrupted once man touched 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, flippin' pockets out 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 fuck them worrin' bitches
    Penitentiary's a possibility, bust and pray
    Wear a rubber so I live to fuck another day, hey
    Ain't nothin' strange, I'm 25 dyin' to change
    But still I bang wantin' street fame, that's the end of that

    Thugged out, Makaveli the Don
    Representin' the Outlawz, street fame
    One love to my true niggaz
    Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame
    Makaveli the Don, Killuminati
    Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame
    Yo, check this out,
    I'ma tell you like this
    Street fame

    If the lifestyle that you livin'
    Got you takin' more fuckin' shorts than gettin' props
    Then that lifestyle need to stop, best to recognize some Outlaw shit
    'Cause only in this Outlaw lifestyle can you truly come to
    To see what this life's supposed to be like
    Nigga you'll start to see riches, fine bitches and hittin' switches
    Shit, to me that shit
    To me that shit sound delicious

    Street fame
    This song was submitted on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Diron Rivers, Maurice S. Harding, Randy Walker, Tyruss Gerald Himes, Walter Burns.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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