BRISS - Street Fame lyrics

[Intro] 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 [Verse 1] I wasn't mad until these tricks shot me It's time I sanitize my posse Look how paranoid these n***as got me Cellular calls are being traced since surveillance silently Mama, chill, thug livin' pay the bills, I'm dyin' violently Closed caskets, expose ba*tards, I leave 'em bloody Delores Tucker, don't let your kids Hear a n***a speak on gettin' money Ain't nothin' funny, green got a n***a 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 n***as, 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 p**y Millionaire, livin' care free, s**a free, playa haters miss me Hope in hard times never catch me slippin' f** authorities! They wonder why minorities be trippin' We ain't havin' it, time to tear this sh** back Ghetto children kick back Once I hit the MAC, n***as'll never get they sh** back Spit it so eloquently, my pistols represent me Bust until my rounds empty; back for the street fame [Hook] 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 k**in' Straight dissin' you f** Lil' Kim, you nasty b**h! [Verse 2] Temperatures rises, n***as blinded by my lyrical disguise No time to plot retreats, n***as 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, n***as lock and load, disappear Strategize with no fear, wagin' war for years The crack game wasn't big enough, ready to rush b**h made motherf**ers get murdered and touched I go to jail n***as 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, n***a Tighten your jaw, givin' birth to Outlawz, street fame [Hook] Bust, n***a 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 [Verse 3] 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 sh**, officer, that b**h 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; f** them worryin' b**hes! Penitentiary's a possibility, bust and pray Wear a rubber so I live to f** another day, hey! Ain't nothin' strange, I'm 25, dyin' to change But still I bang wantin' street fame [Hook] That's the end of that Thugged out, Makaveli the Don Representin' the Outlawz, street fame One love to my true n***as Comin' to a ghetto near you street fame Makaveli the Don, k**uminati Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame [Outro] Yo, check this out, I'ma tell you like this If the lifestyle that you livin' Got you taking more f**in' shorts than gettin' props Then that lifestyle need to stop Best to recognize some Outlaw sh** ‘Cause only in this Outlaw lifestyle can you truly come to To see what this life's supposed to be like n***a, you'll start to see riches Fine b**hes and hittin' switches sh**, to me that sh** sound delicious; street fame