2Pac – Street Fame (OG 1)

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2Pac – Street Fame (Original Version I)

2Pac – Street Fame (Original Version II)

Date: July 29, 1996
Studio: Can-Am Studios, Tarzana, California
Producer: Dat Nigga Daz
Samples: Evil Mind Gangsta’s – N Misery
Released on Still I Rise


(Makaveli talking)
Ready, lil leaky, right now
Representin nigga

Street fame with Thug Life
Street fame nigga cause only pac can do it like this (street, street)
Why you turnin the bass up, goat mouth
Ay yo Makaveli the Don
Let’s put it on this nigga
Outlawz nigga, Outlawz
Turn it up in my headphones, please.
(Comin to a ghetto near you)
Street Fame, more, haha
Coming to a ghetto near you


I wasn’t mad until these tricks shot me
It’s time to sanitize my posse
Look how paranoid these niggaz got me
Cellular calls are being traced
Set up surveillance silently
Momma chill (chill mama)
Thug livin pay the bills
And die violently
Closed caskets
Expose bastards I leave em bloody (fuck all y’all)
Deloris Tucker don’t let your kids hear a nigga speak on gettin money (thug life)
Ain’t nothin funny
Got a nigga seein things
Why, hit the lye hope to God I can fly
Lethal weapon I’m a savage
Still a method to my madness
BLAST niggaz laugh call the cash cabbage (haha, no doubt)
Read em and weep, Put em to sleep they hell bound
Lyrics will leave em spell bound
Clown now tired of bein held down
Cross my heart, hope to die
Blinded as a pussy
Livin care free
Sucka free
Playa haters miss me
Hope in hard time never catch me slippin
Fuck authorities they wonder why minorities be bitchin
We ain’t havin it
Time to tare this shit back, Ghetto children kick back
Once I hit the Mack
Y’all niggaz will never get this shit back (shit back)
Spit it so eloquently
My pistols represent me
Bust until my rounds empty
Back for the street fame


(Street fame)
(One love to my true thugs)
Comin to a ghetto near you
Street fame
Hell yeah it’s true
Comin to a ghetto near you
Street fame
(All out warfare eye for a eye bust until my enemies die get jealous)
Comin to a ghetto near you
Street fame (nobody can touch us, outlawz nigga)
Hell yeah it’s true
Fuck Lil Kim you nasty bitch
Kamikaze, Killuminati bitch
(Outlawz nigga straight Makaveli the don Killuminati)
Comin to a ghetto near you

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Temperatures rises
Niggaz blinded by my lyrical disguise
No time to block retreats
Niggaz shiver and die (pop pop pop)
Multiple rounds found laced
In his body and face
Rapped in plastic the acid erased all trace
Criminal tactics, the rap game
Became so drastic
Military mind mashed all the walls get blasted
If we bleed then they suffocate
Chokin in terror
So we strive singularize we reflected in 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
Speakin freely
Conversatin with my comrades
Kickin 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
Armies we camouflaged in all black
When we attack
Holla out my set
Nigga tighten your jaw (outlaw, westside, deathrow)
Givin birth to outlawz
(Ha ha)
Street fame

[Chorus and Tupac talking]]
Buck buck to these niggaz, war style, outlaw, makaveli the don, puttin on you bitch made niggaz
Hey Nas you die, Mobb Deep you die
Comin to a ghetto near you
Street fame it’s true
(Only Makaveli the Don can do this, Hey nas time to die, time to die)
Hell yeah it’s true
Comin to a ghetto near you
Street fame


Positive identification
Got me rushed to the station
Stuck in this line up
(It ain’t me)
Tryin hard to hide my face
They placed my name but can’t recall description
I ain’t did shit officer, (fuck that bitch) that bitch trippin
Promise retaliation
They plan busted
No man to be trusted
Everything corrupted once man touched it
Hoping that none of the spies find me
That why we bye bye daily
Knowin cops trail me
But why cry floatin while we tokin on this potent branch
Flossin in the thug stance, pistol stuck inside my pants
Never underestimate me
Playa hate me
See me in HIGH
Show em hollow points shatter enemies die
Spread love, dead thugs
Gettin buried in riches
Take a chance to advance, fuck them worrin bitches
Penitentiaries are a possibility, bust and pray
Wear a rubber so I live to fuck another day
Ain’t nothin strange
At 25 still dyin to change
But still I bang wanting street fame

(Thugged out, Makaveli the don)
Hell yeah it’s true
(Representin the outlawz)
Comin to a ghetto near you
Street fame
One love to my true niggaz
Comin to a ghetto near you
Westside (WESTSIDE)
Street fame
No doubt, you can’t do without
My shit better
(Makaveli the don, killuminati)
Check this out
Call me the muthafuckin thugged out ghetto preacher
I’m a tell you like this (Killuminati, blast me nigga)
This lifestyle that you livin (Hail Mary) , got you takin more fuckin shorts (blasphemy blasphemy)
Then gettin props, that lifestyle need to stop (where my niggaz at x2) (yeah nigga)
Best to recognize this outlaw shit (chosen man)
Cause only in this outlaw lifestyle (the words of a chosen man) (follow me now)
Can you truly come to see what this life is supposed to be like (follow me now, follow me now)
Maybe youll start to see riches, fine bitches and hittin switches
Shit, to me that shit sounds delicious
Street fame

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