Doe B - Make You Famous lyrics

[Chorus:] Eighty karats in my charm, lord forgive me When they see what's on my arm, they gon k** me [?] Bad b**hes scream, n***as they feel me Hundred hoes one day I'm Wilt Chamberlain b**h We sling chains like slaves, i'm gon hang me a n***a Three chopper KKK, i'm gon sling me a n***a Put you on the front pages, make you famous little n***a [Verse 1:] Pull up in some foreign, gettin on with some foreign You know a n***a armed, mus gon see what's on my arm n***as wanna be famous, throwing bricks [?] Take that same brick put it on his head By tomorrow her be gone Your life ain't worth a auto, stretch off in a Rari Shoppin spree in NYC, i'm ballin like i'm Stoudamire n***as talking yadaya, till I let that yamaha Turn all a you p**y n***as to ghostes like a R'n'R Rolls Royce, no choice Put you on the news tomorrow If you [?], if you famous Turn you into a fallin star Smoke you like a Mardi Gras Rest in peace to Bob n***a Rep the show and k**ed yo hoe Rest in peace yo [?] [Chorus] [Verse 2:] If you don't wanna f** b**h i'm from the slum Ain't neva had sh** these n***as hate me you get some I spent some stack, I went and cashed out on a auto He doing bad I know cause he got mad as soon as he saw it I push them n***as hard, my wrist shining so hard All these racks on my arm got n***as wanna do me harm These n***as hate me, b**hes fake man everybody frost But we ain't go play it, ain't no way b**h we go get you [?] Cause this ain't what you want, no this ain't what you want I'm making plays you got that cake b**h i got what you want I'll make you famous put you in the paper on the front You see these diamonds Patrick Swayze Eighty karats in my charm [Chorus]