2Pac – Fame ft Bad Azz & Outlawz

One of the most celebrated rapper, Tupac Shakur join efforts with Bad Azz and Outlawz to compose this song titled “Fame”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 19 on his top charting album project called “Better Dayz” was officially released on 26 November 2002.

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LYRICS

[2Pac:]

And my niggas say

We want the fame!

Come on! Come on!

 

[2Pac:]

One thing we all adore

Something worth dyin’ for

Nothin’ but pain

Stuck in this game

Searchin’ for fortune and fame

 

[2Pac:]

Though we exist to breed, some believe currency comes to G’s

Stress is half the battle, with success comes greed

They got me hot when they shot me, plotted

My revenge to increase my ends; 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 to gain, lost souls? Who controls our brain?

Who can I blame? The world seems strange at times

Somewhat insane, I’m hopin’ we can change with time

I’m livin’ blinded, searchin’ for refinement curse

I know, Death follows me, but I’ll murder 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

We mash on them jealous bastards, with my ski mask

I’m the first one to want him blasted

Wrapped in plastic, bullshittin’ got his ass hit

Ain’t nothing left now, treated like a stepchild was not for me

Nothing but busters and bitches be rockin’ beats, fakin’ fame

 

[Yaki Kadafi:]

Block run and shoot slugs

We throw them back like hardballs

Without the gloves, no love for these fake desperadoes

And thugs I bleed to envy

Smoke and blow out they blunts, sippin’ Henny

Drunk nights, and hot days

Cockin’ my heat, shootin’ it sideways

A wife on the run, full of common blunts

Unconditionally married to my gun

Fulfillin’ my destiny on knees and one’s desires

Be pullin’ all my cabbage like priors, stuck in the trance

Searchin’ for something higher, the fortune and fame

 

[2Pac:]

One thing we all adore

Something worth dyin’ for

Nothin’ but pain

Stuck in this game

Searchin’ for fortune and fame

One thing we all adore

Something worth dyin’ for

Nothin’ but pain

Stuck in this game

Searchin’ for fortune and fame

 

[Young Noble:]

Searchin’ for fortune and fame, lost in the rain

A lost of the game, with life the cost of the game

We forcin’ the change, motherfuck flossin’ a chain

All the blame belongs to the part of the brain

That we never use, nigga, plus my heart is in pain

And if I ever lose, homie, bet I’m at it again

Outlaws don’t die, so united we stand

And if family come before, all the fortune and fame

 

[Napoleon:]

As I walk up in the crib, laid to rest my head

Say salaam to the angels, hope they bless my bed

Hope they bless me the righteous way

Got a homie locked down outta town, I sent him a kite today

Man, that hate in your heart you gotta cleanse it, dawg

Prayin’ for my downfall, and I can sense it, dawg

I was passed down the street fame

Like Glocks clocked and keep aim

Was raised up with a clock box

And I ran with the local street gang

They say the light is faded but still shine in the dark

You can easy been a man, but you’s a boy in your heart

And that’s some game that I got from generation of game

In the road of life, dog

We need to switch up lanes – think about it!

 

[2Pac:]

One thing we all adore

Something worth dyin’ for

Nothin’ but pain

Stuck in this game

Searchin’ for fortune and fame

One thing we all adore

Something worth dyin’ for

Been nothin’ but pain

Stuck in this game

Searchin’ for fortune and fame

[Bad Azz:]

I can’t complain, I’ve seen my fair share of the fame

It won’t change me, now I’ve got this piece of change

I feel strange, I got so used to the hood

That when I finally got out at first it ain’t feel good

I was just a baby, still retarded from slavery

When we struggle to shovel shit ain’t nobody saved me

Ghetto ain’t made me, I made myself

Poverty raised me, thinking ain’t no help

I pray for my health, my mind, and my family too

State of myself, my grind, and my family crew

Where one hand washes the other

No, we ain’t blood, but we still real brothers

The struggle is real, nothin’ can steal what we build

And that remains the same ’til the day that we killed

And that’s real, life that I was aimed to be

Love by my family tree, that’s fame to me – how about it?

 

[2Pac:]

One thing we all adore

Something worth dyin’ for

Nothin’ but pain

Stuck in this game

Searchin’ for fortune and fame

One thing we all adore

Something worth dyin’ for

Nothin’ but pain

Stuck in this game

Searchin’ for fortune and fame