Wiley - Fame and the Money (Stanton Warriors Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Wiley] Shhh... it's Eskiboy I been k**ing sound boys on the regular Me and my crew speak raw on the regular Tell 'em where I'm from, let 'em know I'm a regular These three kids make money on the regular I make tunes sell records on the regular Boy you know I don't have it on the regular Flex supersize I blaze on the regular Practice on the radio on the regular Joe Pesci boy I war on the regs Some of them hatched last week from the eggs Imma come through and slew them on the regs Used to make toy guns right from the pegs and a bit of wood I'm on the estate on the regs Playing marbles in the playground on the regs Took everybody's marbles on the regs Did you see that black T-Spark on the regs? [Hook] Fame Fame makes a grown man change from the change into black tie arranging the game and Money Money makes the world go round Ain't it funny how the girls go down when they see a bit of Fame Fame makes a grown man change from the change into black tie arranging the game and Money Money makes the world go round Ain't it funny how the girls go down when they see a bit of a Fame! Fame'll make a grown man change but Money! Money makes the world go round blud Fame! Fame'll make a grown man change while Money! Money makes the world go round blud [Verse 2: Skinnyman] Dope ting, high manner on a broke ting Still high hoping, high grade smoking But we don't get to see no doors open You don't want to see the way that I'm coping Smashing everything that I've been clashing In it with a pa**ion, ready for the action, mashing Mandem on the bandwagon, little follow fashion, thinking that they're splashing Counting them off: 5, 6, 7, 8 - Skinnyman hitting them hard just like a heavyweight You're not ready mate, 'cos my lyrics gonna penetrate to elevate the youths on the council estate and Mad fam is the name brand With a dark art little Dapper Dan is the main man They're all stunted and they're in it for the fame and the money but they don't know this ain't a game man [Hook] [Verse 3: Wunda] Open your eyes and see, you can't shoot a bredda up on the mic like me From your nose to your bun, cheech a guy like me but you're gonna know the sky like me You'll see it's me - aka K.I.D. - never roll when you're running with a fake ID If you roll to the manor then you may find me in the yard with a zoot from the bare tight weed So - stay keen to the gangsta theme, I step out the whip walking, the gangsta lean You get ch-ch (gunshot) banging at your gangster spleen that's how they separate the men from the gangstas, seen? Turning in the gangsta dream and these hoes they know how to keep a gangsta keen Thanks to me they now s** a trampoline I run them chicken like a tambourine, they don't know