2Pac – Fortune and Fame – Kokane, EDI, Kadafi and Spice 1 (OG) (Unreleased)
Studio: Can-Am Studios, Tarzana, California
Lyrics:
[Tupac Talking + rapping]
And my niggaz say, we want the faaaaame
Come on
One thing we all adore, something worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
One thing we all adore, something worth dying for
It’s been nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
[Tupac]
Though we exist to breathe some believe currency comes to g’s
Stress is half the battle (hahaha) with success comes greed
They got me hot when they shot me
Plotted my revenge
To increase my ends (pop pop pop)
Enemies gettin’ dropped
Win or lose
Red or blue
We must all stay true
Play the game nigga
Never let the game play you
And for the fame
Niggas change fast
That’s a shame
What’s the game
Lost souls
Who controls our brains?
Who can I blame?
The world seems strange at times
Somewhat insane
I’m hoping we can change with time
I’m living blinded
Searching for refinement
Curse, I know death follows me
But I murdered him first
And worse yet
With each breathe
Steps I take
Breathless
Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish?
Cigar ashes
Toast with
Crystal glasses (to my thug niggaz)
We mash on them jealous bastards (hahaha)
With my ski mask
I’m the first one to warn them (get that nigga)
Blast it
Wrapped in plastic
Bullshitting got his ass hit (Outlaws)
Ain’t nothing left now
Treated like a stepchild
Was not for me
Nothing but busters and bitches (fuck em all)
Be rocking beats
Fake in fame
[Chorus + Tupac and Kokane]
One thing we all adore, something worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
One thing we all adore, something worth dying for
Been nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
[Tupac]
Double up nigga double up
It’s my cell nigga its my cell
Hahahah yeah
Oh yeah you got that chicken?
Eh do, how that shit hook up, though how that shit hook up?
Can I get some?
[Kokane]
I love that ghetto shit (that ghetto shit)
I love that 2Pac shit (that Pac shit)
I’m that nigga out yo’ window eating chicken out yo’ caddy shit (shittt)
we write this song to make you kill motherfuckers (fuckers)
smash motherfuckers (fuckers)
just to see ya cluck clucka (clucka)
I’m not just a rapper I’m a dope dealer (what it is mang) (dope man!)
Ignorant motherfucker spray cap peeler (cap peela)
it’s like bass (bass!)
how low can you go? (go, go, go)
I’ll have to move my yay across San Di-ya-yo (ya-yo baby)
Westcoast, tax free, money is a bitch (beotch)
these out of state niggas get mad cause we rich (hahaha, richhh)
pick up a super chicken bac-ca (bac-ca, bac-ca)
He said selling 28 and a hundred
By mail…
[E.D.I.]
For the fame (fame)
The notoriety
to be well-known (well-known) in this society
to have everybody eyeing me
cause when I rise up my block mang
my cost is to floss
I’m making up for all the times
that I floss to be lost (floss to be lost)
I scream, (scream) till I was lost forever
nobody came (fame)
so on this day forth, I’mma die
for the fortune and fame (fame)
been on my name (fame)
where were all these years
that I walk this Earth
went for all mine (we search for fame)
especially been cautious since birth
remain the same, since the day I came (fame)
will never change,
even though I live my life hellishly (fame)
for all this fame (fame)
[Kadafi]
(fame)
Block fronters shoot slugs
We throw ’em back like hardballs
Without the gloves
No love for these fake desperados and thugs (hahaha)
I bleed to envy
Smoke and blow out they blunts
Sipping Henney
Drunk nights
And high days
Cocking my heat shooting it sideways
A life on the run (ey look out, look out)
Full of common blunts (yeah, yeah)
Unconditionally married
To my gun
Fulfillin’ my destiny
or needs
And ones desires (yes nigga *repeats for next 3 lines*)
Be pulling all my cabbage like pliers
Stuck in the trance searching for something higher
Than fortune and fame
Hahaha
[Chorus +Tupac and Kokane]
Something we all adore, something worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game searching for
Fortune and fame
Something we all adore, something worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game searching for
Fortune and fame
[Spice 1]
I don’t want to live forever
It’s do or die
I’d be a dead nigga
Talking gangsta S.P.I.
Nggas don’t want me to be up in they system
When I’m deceased
Talk shit about when I’m up in the coffin
Nigga you’ll rest in peace (well alright)
Motherfucker, I die for this shit (shit)
I got a lot ridin’
Some niggas be backslidin’
Some niggas fall off and go into hidin’
Some niggas be players up in the game five years
Some niggas be making one platinum album
then be gettin’ disrepecting O.G. peers
I’ve been motherfucking hard since I was fo-teen, partners (fo-teen partna)
Some niggas be laying up in them streets
Broke them off something proper
Haters may try to take your soul
Cold-hearted ass niggas
Gotta ride with two twin glocks
Gotta sleep fingers on triggers
Niggas don’t want to see you have nothing
So have something
And if a nigga run up on you
Put a slug and get to dumping nigga
Fame…
[Chorus – Kokane]
Something we all adore, something worth dying for
Stuck in this pain, stuck in this game searching for
Fortune and fame
Something we all adore, something worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Nothing but pain
Stuck in this gaaaaaame
