2Pac – Street Fame

Highly talented and distinguished American rapper, Tupac Shakur comes out with another amazing song titled “Street Fame”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 08 on his top charting album project called “Better Dayz” was officially released on 26 November 2002.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

Listen up below!.

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LYRICS

Turn it up in my head phones, please

Comin’ to a ghetto near you, street fame

More, ha ha, comin’ to a ghetto near you

I wasn’t mad until these tricks shot me

It’s time I sanitize my posse

Look how paranoid these niggas got me

Cellular calls are being traced since surveillance silently

Mama, chill, thug livin’ pay the bills, I’m dyin’ violently

Closed caskets, expose bastards, I leave ’em bloody

Delores 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 fly

Lethal weapon, I’m a savage; still a method to my madness

Blast niggas, 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 down

Cross my heart, hope to die, blind with some pussy

Millionaire, livin’ 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 havin’ it, time to tear this shit back

Ghetto children kick back

Once I hit the MAC, niggas’ll never get they shit back

Spit it so eloquently, my pistols represent me

Bust until my rounds empty; back for the street fame

One 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 killin’

Straight dissin’ you

Fuck Lil’ Kim, you nasty bitch!

Temperatures rises, niggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

No time to plot retreats, niggas shiver and die

Multiple rounds found laced in his body and face

Wrapped in plastic, the acid erased all traces

Criminal tactics, the rap game became so drastic

Military mind, mash all the hoes, get blasted

If we bleed then they suffocate, chokin’ in terror

So we strive seein’ our lives be reflected in mirrors

The prophecy is clear, niggas lock and load, disappear

Strategize with no fear, wagin’ war for years

The crack game wasn’t big enough, ready to rush

Bitch made motherfuckers get murdered and touched

I go to jail niggas screamin’ free me, speakin’ freely

Conversatin’ with my comrades kickin’ Swahili

Indeed they should fear my first seed

It gets worse, planned a curse to be a G, on the first to breathe

Currency 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 Outlawz, street fame

Bust, nigga bust!

Comin’ to a ghetto near you, street fame

Only Makaveli the Don

Can put it down like this; ain’t none like me

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, their plan busted, no man to be trusted

Everything corrupted once man touch it

Kamikaze, hopin’ that none of the spies find me

That’s 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 tucked inside my pants

Never underestimate me, playa hate me, see me and hide

Sure as hollow-points shatter, enemies die

Spread 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 day, hey!

Ain’t nothin’ strange, I’m 25, dyin’ to change

But still I bang wantin’ street fame

That’s the end of that

Thugged out, Makaveli the Don

Representin’ the Outlawz, street fame

One love to my true niggas

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’ma tell you like this

If the lifestyle that you livin’

Got you taking more fuckin’ shorts than gettin’ 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 hittin’ switches

Shit, to me that shit sound delicious; street fame