I go to jail niggaz screamin' free me, speakin' freely So we strive singularize we reflect in the mirrors Smoke and blow out they blunts But you is a boy in your heart Ghetto ain't made me Closed caskets expose bastards I leave 'em bloody And if family 'come a foe We must all stay true It's been nothing but pain Test your MusicIQ here! Ain't nothing left now treated like a stepchild [Verse 1: Tupac] I'm the first one to warn them blast it Without the gloves Shooting it sideways Crystal glasses And worse yet Mother fuck flossing the chain [echo] Searching for fortune and fame lost in the rain Stuck in this line up tryin' hard to hide my face Stuck in the trance Makaveli the don, Killuminati So united we stand [echo] song: "Fame", Searching for a ?? Was not for me He is considered by many to have been one of the best rappers of all time. In the road of life dog Nothing but busters and bitches (fuck em all) With a ski mask Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back To see what this life's supposed to be like Unconditionally married Breathless Spread love dead thugs gettin' buried in riches I made myself All the fortune and fame [echo] Hope they bless me the righteous way Blast niggaz laugh call 'em care cabbage An annotation cannot contain another annotation. Conversatin' with my comrades kicking Swahili But we still real brothers the struggle is real Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: Turn it up in my head phones And for the fame niggas change fast that's a shame To increase my ends Sipping Henney Curse, I know death follows me but I murder him first Searching for fortune and fame They got me hot When they shot me plotted my revenge 'Till that day we killed It's been nothing but pain stuck in this game [echo] That when I finally got out at first it ain't feel good That we never use nigga Searching for fortune and fame (FAME) Stuck in this game That's fame to me, how about it, 23 Boy Band Slow Jams That Made You Believe In Love, HOT SONG: 21 Savage x Metro Boomin - "My Dawgâ" - LYRICS, NEW SONG: Rod Wave - POP SMOKE - "MOOD SWINGS" ft. Lil Tjay - LYRICS, POPULAR SONG: Travis Scott feat. I feel strange I got so used to the hood But why cry floatin' while we tokin' on this potent branch Poverty raised me thinking ain't no help And thugs I bleed to envy Wrapped in plastic bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws) Cocking my heat You can easy been a man And hot days Outlaws don't die Ain't nothing left now Who can I blame? Lyrics to Fame by 2Pac from the Better Dayz album - including song video, artist biography, translations and more! (7 fans), Tupac Amaru Shakur, also known by his stage names 2Pac and Makaveli, was an American rapper and actor. One thing we all adore Something worth dyin’ for Nothin’ but pain Stuck in this game Searchin’ for fortune and fame One thing we all adore Something worth dyin’ for Nothin’ but pain Stuck in this game Searchin’ for fortune and fame, Contact : contact@raprnb.com Publicité : publicite@raprnb.com, 2020 - RAP RNB - © All rights reserved Mentions légales - Politique de confidentialité. Chorus: 2Pac One thing we all adore Something worth dyin’ for Nothin’ but pain, stuck in this game Searchin’ for fortune and fame The one thing we all adore Something worth dyin’ for It’s been nothin’ but pain, stuck in this […] A wife on the run full of common blunts All the blame belongs to the part of the brain /* paroles2chansons.com - Above Lyrics */ 'Cause only in this outlaw lifestyle can you truly come to Where one hand watches the other no we ain't blood I know death follows me document.write('
');var c=function(){cf.showAsyncAd(opts)};if(typeof window.cf !== 'undefined')c();else{cf_async=!0;var r=document.createElement("script"),s=document.getElementsByTagName("script")[0];r.async=!0;r.src="//srv.clickfuse.com/showads/showad.js";r.readyState?r.onreadystatechange=function(){if("loaded"==r.readyState||"complete"==r.readyState)r.onreadystatechange=null,c()}:r.onload=c;s.parentNode.insertBefore(r,s)}; Intro: 2Pac And my niggas say We want the fame! Fortune and fame Now I've got this piece of change Who controls our brain? Ghetto ain't made me I made myself We need to switch up lanes I can’t complain, I’ve seen my fair share of the fame It won’t change me, now I’ve got this piece of change I feel strange, I got so used to the hood That when I finally got out at first it ain’t feel good I was just a baby, still retarded from slavery When we struggle to shovel shit ain’t nobody saved me Ghetto ain’t made me, I made myself Poverty raised me, thinking ain’t no help I pray for my health, my mind, and my family too State of myself, my grind, and my family crew Where one hand washes the other No, we ain’t blood, but we still real brothers The struggle is real, nothin’ can steal what we build And that remains the same ’til the day that we killed And that’s real, life that I was aimed to be Love by my family tree, that’s fame to me – how about it? Block run and shoot slugs Cigar ashes, toast with crystal, glasses We mash on them jealous bastards, with my ski mask I’m the first one to want him blasted Wrapped in plastic, bullshittin’ got his ass hit Ain’t nothing left now, treated like a stepchild was not for me Nothing but busters and bitches be rockin’ beats, fake in fame, Block run and shoot slugs We throw them back like hardballs Without the gloves, no love for these fake desperadoes And thugs I bleed to envy Smoke and blow out they blunts, sippin’ Henny Drunk nights, and hot days Cockin’ my heat, shootin’ it sideways A life on the run, full of common blunts Unconditionally married to my gun Fulfillin’ my destiny on knees and one’s desires Be pullin’ all my cabbage like priors, stuck in the trance Searchin’ for something higher, the fortune and fame, One thing we all adore Something worth dyin’ for Nothin’ but pain, stuck in this game Searchin’ for fortune and fame Something we all adore Something worth dyin’ for It’s been nothin’ but pain, stuck in this game Searchin’ for fortune and fame, Searchin’ for fortune and fame, lost in the rain A lost of the game, with life is the cost of the game We forcin’ the change, motherfuck flossin’ a chain All the blame belongs to the part of the brain That we never use, nigga, plus my heart is in pain And if I ever lose, homie, bet I’m at it again Outlaws don’t die, so united we stand And if family come before, all the fortune and fame. Une erreur dans nos lyrics, proposez-nous une correction : Mentions légales - Politique de confidentialité. Enemies gettin dropped Blast it And that remains the same Nothing but pain I was just a baby div_id: "cf_async_" + Math.floor((Math.random() * 999999999)) Nothing can steal More, coming to a ghetto near you, I wasn't mad until these tricks shot me, Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish? They say the light is faded I pray for my health my mind and my family too As I walk up in the crib, laid to rest my head Say salaam to the angels, hope they bless my bed Hope they bless me the righteous way Got a homie locked down outta town, I sent him a kite today Man, that hate in your heart you gotta cleanse it, dawg Prayin’ for my downfall, and I can sense it, dawg I was passed down the street fame Like Glocks clocked and keep aim Was raised up with a clock box And I ran with the local street gang They say the light is faded but still shine in the dark You can easy been a man, but you’s a boy in your heart And that’s some game that I got from generation of game In the road of life, dog We need to switch up lanes – think about it! My grind Plus my heart is in pain [echo] Play the game nigga never let the game play you Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame Lost in the rain Wrapped in plastic, the acid erased all traces One thing we all adore The struggle is real I ain't did shit officer, that bitch trippin' Coming to a ghetto near you, street fame Lyrics.com. A wife on the run 30 Oct. 2020. [Verse 4: Napoleon] Drunk nights and hot days And if I ever lose homey bet I'm at it again adunit_id: 39383896, Breathless ss there a cure for a hustler with a death wish? Something worth dying for And thugs I bleed to envy We forcing the change mother fuck flossing the chain Was raised up with a clock box and I ran with the local street gang And that's some game that I got from generation of game Think about it They say the light is faded but still shine in the dark "Fame Lyrics." A lose of the game with life the cost of the game Somewhat insane [echo] I was passed down the street fame like glocks clocked and keep aim And my niggas say We want the FAAAAME C'mon c'mon One thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame The one thing we all adore Something worth dying for It's been nothing but pain stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame … Searching for fortune and fame Cocking my heat shooting it sideways Win or lose Ain't nothin' funny, green, got a nigga seein' things No love for these fake desperados Stuck in this game Representin' the outlaws, Street fame, one love to my true niggazLocation Schema Generator, Whitney Scott Mathers Instagram, Woocommerce Register Pagelisten To Music Together Spotify, Mooer Radar, Valkyrie R6 Elite, Elementary School Principal Office Decor,