Fame

And my niggas say<br>We want the FAAAAME<br>C`mon c`mon<br><br>[Chorus]<br>One thing we all adore<br>Something worth dying for<br>Nothing but pain<br>Stuck in this game<br>Searching for fortune and fame<br><br>The one thing we all adore<br>Something worth dying for<br>It`s been nothing but pain<br>Stuck in this game<br>Searching for fortune and fame<br><br>[Verse 1: 2Pac]<br>Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to g`s<br>Stresses after battle with success comes greed (echo)<br>They got me hot When they shot me<br>Plotted my revenge<br>To increase my ends<br>Enemies gettin dropped<br>Win or lose<br>Red or blue<br>We must all stay true<br>Play the game nigga<br>Never let the game play you<br>And for the fame<br>Niggas change fast<br>That`s a shame<br>What`s the game<br>Lost souls<br>Who controls our brain?<br>Who can I blame?<br>The world seems strange at times<br>Somewhat insane<br>I`m hoping we can change with time<br>I`m living blinded<br>Searching for refinement<br>Curse, I know death follows me<br>But I murder him first<br>And worse yet<br>With each breathe<br>Steps I take<br>Breathless<br>Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish?<br>Cigar ashes<br>Coaster<br>Crystal glasses<br>We mash on them jealous bastards<br>With a ski mask<br>I`m the first one to warn them<br>Blast it<br>Wrapped in plastic<br>Bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws)<br>Ain`t nothing left now<br>Treated like a stepchild<br>Was not for me<br>Nothing but busters and bitches (fuck em all)<br>Be rocking beats<br>Fake in fame<br><br>[Verse 2: Kadafi]<br>Block run and shoot slugs<br>We throw them back like hardballs<br>Without the gloves<br>No love for these fake desperados<br>And thugs I bleed to envy<br>Smoke and blow out they blunts<br>Sipping Henney<br>Drunk nights<br>And hot days<br>Cocking my heat shooting it sideways<br>A wife on the run<br>Full of common blunts<br>Unconditionally married<br>To my gun<br>Fulfillin` my destiny<br>On knees<br>And ones desires<br>Be pulling all my cabbage like priors<br>Stuck in the trance searching for something higher<br>Fortune and fame<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 3: Kastro]<br>Searching for fortune and fame<br>Lost in the rain<br>A lose of the game<br>With life the cost of the game<br>We forcing the change<br>Mother fuck flossing the chain (echo)<br>All the blame<br>Belongs to the part of the brain (echo)<br>That we never use nigga<br>Plus my heart is in pain (echo)<br>And if I ever lose homey<br>Bet I`m at it again (echo)<br>Outlaws don`t die<br>So united we stand (echo)<br>And if family come before<br>All the fortune and fame (echo)<br><br>[Verse 4: Napoleon]<br>As I walk up in the crib<br>Laid to rest me head<br>Say some rhymes to angels<br>Hope they bless my bed<br>Hope they bless me the righteous way<br>Got a homie locked down<br>Outta town<br>I sent him a kite today<br>Man that hate in your heart you gotta cleanse it dog<br>Praying for my downfall and I can sense it dog<br>I was passed down the street fame<br>Like glocks clocked and keep aim<br>Was raised up with a clock box<br>And I ran with the local street gang<br>They say the light is faded<br>But still shine in the dark<br>You can easy been a man<br>But you is a boy in your heart<br>And that`s some game that I got<br>From generation of game<br>In the road of life dog<br>We need to switch up lanes<br>Think about it<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 5: Young Noble]<br>I can`t complain<br>I`ve seen my fair share of the fame<br>It wont change me<br>Now I`ve got this piece of change<br>I feel strange I got so use to the hood<br>That when I finally got out at first it ain`t feel good<br>I was just a baby still retarded from slavery<br>When we struggle to shovel shit ain`t nobody saved me<br>Ghetto ain`t made me I made myself<br>Poverty raised me thinking ain`t no help<br>I pray for my health my mind and my family too<br>State of myself my grind and my family crew<br>Where one hand watches the other<br>No we ain`t blood<br>But we still real brothers<br>The struggle is real<br>Nothing can steal<br>What we build<br>And that remains the same<br>`Till that day we killed<br>And that`s real<br>Life that I was aimed to be<br>Love by my family tree<br>That`s fame to me<br>How about it<br><br>[Chorus]