Lirik Lagu Street Fame - Thug Life
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(Macadoshis)It was a dope spot from y'allOne on one strappin'That's the way it was when the four of us was strappin'I'm a fuckin' class from the Gs in the hoodPuttin' worth, did some dirtNow a snitch never wouldBlowin' fat jag blunts with my nigga PGrowin' upTime comin' back sippin HenesseyWe said we seniors are oldAnd I felt like a god man bitchAnd i had my pickup '85 bitchAnd my family was known to be greatSee Syke Moore representin' no matter who sets it onStreet powerWhy you niggas flip and you thug shitI be by my motherfuckin' gripNumba nosCause we three million mindsRemember thatDamn its a shameBut still I'm in the gameI'm tryin to get street fame
(chorus)
(Syke)Don't blame my mamaDon't blame my daddyI know they wish they never had meIn and out of jail by 12Failing out of schoolCause I was livin' by the street rulesHangin with hoesDroppin dawgs as a little lootI was gettin my respect but i was still rudeInto the game and slangInto the cocaineWith 'em double upsWe slangin them whole thingsHey I just told my mail manYou hangin like a bailAnd even with no proof they gonna put me in jailEverbody says he's sold and I'm outta controlMotherfuckers gossip and I still rollBitches want my cash on my dash on my pac-vitThey wouldn't know a motherfucker if he didn't have shitSo while I'm ballin and kickin up dustGet your score freshBitch made niggas know not to fuck with usCause I'm livin on the edgeI'm blastin leadWanted by the feds they got to take me deadSo fuck it try to work it in the inner cityIn the land of no pityI made it by the street fame
(chorus)
(Rated R)Super storm made it by street fameI had to make some people feel the painIn this dirty gameI know I'm on my way to hellHey yo gather it up for all the niggas that have been smokedThe hood that took me underA nigga gots the heartDon't get it twisted cause I'm mad with my homey's scoreI kill for my niggas, my niggas kill for meThat's the love you get from your drug for you pootieIt works, see?I'm a GWould a gang of niggas have to reach and appeal meCause I smoked their homeyWell don't feel proudCause around here thats what makes it worseI smoke blunts all day to keep my mind off themThey don't stopThrough my casket drop-top let me rideAll i want is ShatmoHe's a godAnd it don't matter if a rapper playsCause I cought the back of some mindsFuck the fame
(chorus)...
(fade out)
(chorus)
(Syke)Don't blame my mamaDon't blame my daddyI know they wish they never had meIn and out of jail by 12Failing out of schoolCause I was livin' by the street rulesHangin with hoesDroppin dawgs as a little lootI was gettin my respect but i was still rudeInto the game and slangInto the cocaineWith 'em double upsWe slangin them whole thingsHey I just told my mail manYou hangin like a bailAnd even with no proof they gonna put me in jailEverbody says he's sold and I'm outta controlMotherfuckers gossip and I still rollBitches want my cash on my dash on my pac-vitThey wouldn't know a motherfucker if he didn't have shitSo while I'm ballin and kickin up dustGet your score freshBitch made niggas know not to fuck with usCause I'm livin on the edgeI'm blastin leadWanted by the feds they got to take me deadSo fuck it try to work it in the inner cityIn the land of no pityI made it by the street fame
(chorus)
(Rated R)Super storm made it by street fameI had to make some people feel the painIn this dirty gameI know I'm on my way to hellHey yo gather it up for all the niggas that have been smokedThe hood that took me underA nigga gots the heartDon't get it twisted cause I'm mad with my homey's scoreI kill for my niggas, my niggas kill for meThat's the love you get from your drug for you pootieIt works, see?I'm a GWould a gang of niggas have to reach and appeal meCause I smoked their homeyWell don't feel proudCause around here thats what makes it worseI smoke blunts all day to keep my mind off themThey don't stopThrough my casket drop-top let me rideAll i want is ShatmoHe's a godAnd it don't matter if a rapper playsCause I cought the back of some mindsFuck the fame
(chorus)...
(fade out)
