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Turn it up in my head phones

(Coming to a ghetto near you, street fame)

More

Haha, coming to a ghetto near you,

[Verse One]

I wasn't mad until these tricks 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

cream

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 niggaz 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 being held down

Cross my heart hope to die

Blinded in some pussy

Millionaire

Living 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 having it

Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

Once I hit the mat

Niggaz will never get this shit back

Spit it so eloquently

My pistols represent me

Bust until my rounds empty

Back for the street fame

[Chorus]

(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 killing

(Street fame)

Straight dissing you

Fuck Lil' Kim you Nasty Bitch

[Verse Two]

Temperatures rises

Niggaz 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

Niggaz lock n load disappear

Strategize with no fear

Waging war for years

The crack game wasn't big enough

Ready to rush

You bitch made motherfuckers get murdered and touched

I go to jail niggaz screamin

FREE ME

Speakin freely

Conversatin with my comrades

Kicking 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

[Chorus]

(Bust nigga bust)

Comin to a ghetto near you

(hell yeah)

Street fame it's true

(Only Makaveli the Don can put it down like this, Hey Nas ...) (Note: "time to die" was removed)

Comin to a ghetto near you

With street fame

[Verse Three]

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

Hoping 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

Flossing in the thug stance, flipping 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 dying to change

But still I bang wanting 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 living

Got you taking more fucking shorts

Than getting 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 hitting switches

Shit

To me that shit sound delicious

Street Fame

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