Turn it up in my head phones
Coming to a ghetto near you, street fame
More, coming to a ghetto near youI 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 violentlyClosed 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 flyLethal weapon I'm a 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 downCross 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 itTime 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 fameOne 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
(Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame)
Straight dissing you, fuck Lil' Kim you nasty bitchTemperatures 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 tracesCriminal 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 mirrorsThe prophecy is clear niggaz lock an' 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 touchedI 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 breatheCurrency 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 outlaws, street fameBust nigga bust, comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame it's true
(Hell yeah)
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
Hoping that none of the spies find me
That's why we bye bye daily, knowin' cops trail meBut 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 dieSpread love dead thugs gettin' buried in riches
Take a chance to advance fuck them worryin' bitches
Penitentiary's a possibility, bust and pray
Wear a rubber so I live to fuck another dayHey 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 outlawsStreet 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'm a tell you like this, street fameIf 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
Songwriters
ARNAUD, DELMAR DREW / SHAKUR, TUPAC AMARUPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group