Lirik Lagu Fame - 2Pac
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- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
And my niggas sayWe want the FAAAAMEC'mon c'mon
[Chorus]One thing we all adoreSomething worth dying forNothing but painStuck in this gameSearching for fortune and fame
The one thing we all adoreSomething worth dying forIt's been nothing but painStuck in this gameSearching for fortune and fame
[Verse 1: 2Pac]Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to g'sStresses after battle with success comes greed (echo)They got me hot When they shot mePlotted my revengeTo increase my endsEnemies gettin droppedWin or loseRed or blueWe must all stay truePlay the game niggaNever let the game play youAnd for the fameNiggas change fastThat's a shameWhat's the gameLost soulsWho controls our brain?Who can I blame?The world seems strange at timesSomewhat insaneI'm hoping we can change with timeI'm living blindedSearching for refinementCurse, I know death follows meBut I murder him firstAnd worse yetWith each breatheSteps I takeBreathlessIs there a cure for a hustler with a death wish?Cigar ashesCoasterCrystal glassesWe mash on them jealous bastardsWith a ski maskI'm the first one to warn themBlast itWrapped in plasticBullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws)Ain't nothing left nowTreated like a stepchildWas not for meNothing but busters and bitches (fuck em all)Be rocking beatsFake in fame
[Verse 2: Kadafi]Block run and shoot slugsWe throw them back like hardballsWithout the glovesNo love for these fake desperadosAnd thugs I bleed to envySmoke and blow out they bluntsSipping HenneyDrunk nightsAnd hot daysCocking my heat shooting it sidewaysA wife on the runFull of common bluntsUnco
[Chorus]One thing we all adoreSomething worth dying forNothing but painStuck in this gameSearching for fortune and fame
The one thing we all adoreSomething worth dying forIt's been nothing but painStuck in this gameSearching for fortune and fame
[Verse 1: 2Pac]Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to g'sStresses after battle with success comes greed (echo)They got me hot When they shot mePlotted my revengeTo increase my endsEnemies gettin droppedWin or loseRed or blueWe must all stay truePlay the game niggaNever let the game play youAnd for the fameNiggas change fastThat's a shameWhat's the gameLost soulsWho controls our brain?Who can I blame?The world seems strange at timesSomewhat insaneI'm hoping we can change with timeI'm living blindedSearching for refinementCurse, I know death follows meBut I murder him firstAnd worse yetWith each breatheSteps I takeBreathlessIs there a cure for a hustler with a death wish?Cigar ashesCoasterCrystal glassesWe mash on them jealous bastardsWith a ski maskI'm the first one to warn themBlast itWrapped in plasticBullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws)Ain't nothing left nowTreated like a stepchildWas not for meNothing but busters and bitches (fuck em all)Be rocking beatsFake in fame
[Verse 2: Kadafi]Block run and shoot slugsWe throw them back like hardballsWithout the glovesNo love for these fake desperadosAnd thugs I bleed to envySmoke and blow out they bluntsSipping HenneyDrunk nightsAnd hot daysCocking my heat shooting it sidewaysA wife on the runFull of common bluntsUnco

