Thug Life - Street Fame lyrics

(Macadoshis) It was a dope spot from y'all One on one strappin' That's the way it was when the four of us was strappin' I'm a f**kin' cla** from the Gs in the hood Puttin' worth, did some dirt Now a snitch never would Blowin' fat jag blunts with my n***a P Growin' up Time comin' back sippin Henessey We said we seniors are old And I felt like a god man b**h And i had my pickup '85 b**h And my family was known to be great See Syke Moore representin' no matter who sets it on Street power Why you n***as flip and you thug sh** I be by my motherf**kin' grip Numba nos Cause we three million minds Remember that Damn its a shame But still I'm in the game I'm tryin to get street fame (chorus) (Syke) Don't blame my mama Don't blame my daddy I know they wish they never had me In and out of jail by 12 Failing out of school Cause I was livin' by the street rules Hangin with hoes Droppin dawgs as a little loot I was gettin my respect but i was still rude Into the game and slang Into the c**aine With 'em double ups We slangin them whole things Hey I just told my mail man You hangin like a bail And even with no proof they gonna put me in jail Everbody says he's sold and I'm outta control Motherf**kers gossip and I still roll b**hes want my cash on my dash on my pac-vit They wouldn't know a motherf**ker if he didn't have sh** So while I'm ballin and kickin up dust Get your score fresh b**h made n***as know not to f**k with us Cause I'm livin on the edge I'm blastin lead Wanted by the feds they got to take me dead So f**k it try to work it in the inner city In the land of no pity I made it by the street fame (chorus) (Rated R) Super storm made it by street fame I had to make some people feel the pain In this dirty game I know I'm on my way to hell Hey yo gather it up for all the n***as that have been smoked The hood that took me under A n***a gots the heart Don't get it twisted cause I'm mad with my homey's score I k** for my n***as, my n***as k** for me That's the love you get from your drug for you pootie It works, see? I'm a G Would a gang of n***as have to reach and appeal me Cause I smoked their homey Well don't feel proud Cause around here thats what makes it worse I smoke blunts all day to keep my mind off them They don't stop Through my casket drop-top let me ride All i want is Shatmo He's a god And it don't matter if a rapper plays Cause I cought the back of some minds F**k the fame (chorus)... (fade out)