Turn it up in my phones to a ghetto near you, Street fame, more Haha, comin' to a ghetto you
I wasn't mad until tricks shot me It's time to sanitize my posse look how paranoid niggaz got me Cellular calls are being traced since surveillance chill, thug livin' pay the bills and die violently
Closed caskets, expose bastards I leave 'em Deloris Tucker let your kids hear a nigga speak On gettin' money ain't nothin' funny, green, got a seein' things Why, hit the lye to God I can fly
weapon I'ma savage, still a method to my madness Blast niggaz laugh call 'em cabbage Read 'em and weep, put 'em to sleep hell bound Lyrics will leave 'em spell bound, clown now tired of held down
Cross my hope to die, blinded in some pussy millionaire Livin' care free, sucka free, playa haters me Hope in hard times catch me slippin' Fuck they wonder why minorities be trippin'
We havin' it Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children back Once I hit the mat, niggaz will get this shit back it so eloquently, my pistols represent me Bust until my empty, back for the street fame
One love to my true to a ghetto near you, Street fame, bust Comin' to a ghetto you, Street fame All out warfare, eye for a eye Bustin' on my bad boy killin', straight dissin' you Fuck Lil' Kim you Bitch
Temperatures rises, blinded by my lyrical disguise No time to retreats, niggaz shiver and die Multiple rounds found laced in his and face Wrapped in plastic the acid, all traces
Criminal tactics the rap became so drastic Military mind mashed all the they blasted If we then they suffocate, chokin' in terror So we singularize we reflect in the mirrors
The prophecy is clear niggaz lock 'n load Strategize with no fear, wagin' war for The crack wasn't big enough, ready to rush Bitch made motherfuckers get murdered and
I go to jail niggaz screamin', 'Free me', freely Conversation my comrades kickin' Swahili Indeed nature feel my seed, it gets worse Plans are to be a G on the first to breathe
Currency in stacks in the back Strapped armies, we camouflaged in all we attack, holla out my set Nigga tighten your jaw, birth to outlawz Ha, ha, fame
Bust, nigga, Comin' to a ghetto near you, hell, yeah, true fame Only Makaveli the Don can put it down this, hey Nas Comin' to a ghetto near you with Street
identification got me rushed to the station Stuck in this line up hard to hide my face They placed the name but can't recall I ain't did shit that bitch trippin'
Promise retaliation plan busted, no man to be trusted Everything once man touched it Kamikaze, that none of the spies find me That's why we bye, bye daily knowin' cops me, but why cry?
Floatin' while we on this potent branch Flossin' in the thug stance, flippin' pockets out my pants underestimate me, playa hate me, see me and hide Sure as hollow points shatter, die
Spread dead thugs, gettin' buried in riches Take a chance to advance them worrin' bitches a possibility, bust and pray Wear a rubber so I to fuck another day, hey nothin' strange, I'm 25 dyin' to change But I bang wantin' street fame, that's the end of that
Thugged out, the Don Representin' the Outlawz, Street One love to my niggaz Comin' to a ghetto you, Street fame
Makaveli the Don, Comin' to a ghetto you, Street fame Yo, check this out, tell you like this Fame
If the that you livin' Got you takin' more fuckin' than gettin' props Then that lifestyle need to stop, best to recognize some shit 'Cuz only in this Outlaw lifestyle can you truly to To see this life's supposed to be like you'll start to see riches, fine bitches and hittin' switches Shit, to me that To me shit sound delicious