And my niggas say
We want the FAAAAME
C'mon c'mon
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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



[Verse 1: 2Pac]

Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to g's

Stresses after battle with success comes greed (echo)

They got me hot When they shot me

Plotted my revenge

To increase my ends

Enemies gettin dropped

Win or lose

Red or blue

We must all stay true

Play the game nigga

Never let the game play you

And for the fame

Niggas change fast

That's a shame

What's the game

Lost souls

Who controls our brain?

Who can I blame?

The world seems strange at times

Somewhat insane

I'm hoping we can change with time

I'm living blinded

Searching for refinement

Curse, I know death follows me

But I murder him first

And worse yet

With each breathe

Steps I take

Breathless

Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish?

Cigar ashes

Coaster

Crystal glasses

We mash on them jealous bastards

With a ski mask

I'm the first one to warn them

Blast it

Wrapped in plastic

Bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws)

Ain't nothing left now

Treated like a stepchild

Was not for me

Nothing but busters and bitches (fuck em all)

Be rocking beats

Fake in fame



[Verse 2: Kadafi]

Block run and shoot slugs

We throw them back like hardballs

Without the gloves

No love for these fake desperados

And thugs I bleed to envy

Smoke and blow out they blunts

Sipping Henney

Drunk nights

And hot days

Cocking my heat shooting it sideways

A wife on the run

Full of common blunts

Unconditionally married

To my gun

Fulfillin' my destiny

On knees

And ones desires

Be pulling all my cabbage like priors

Stuck in the trance searching for something higher

Fortune and fame



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: Kastro]

Searching for fortune and fame

Lost in the rain

A lose of the game

With life the cost of the game

We forcing the change

Mother fuck flossing the chain (echo)

All the blame

Belongs to the part of the brain (echo)

That we never use nigga

Plus my heart is in pain (echo)

And if I ever lose homey

Bet I'm at it again (echo)

Outlaws don't die

So united we stand (echo)

And if family come before

All the fortune and fame (echo)



[Verse 4: Napoleon]

As I walk up in the crib

Laid to rest me head

Say some rhymes to 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 dog

Praying for my downfall and I can sense it dog

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 is 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



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[Verse 5: Young Noble]

I can't complain

I've seen my fair share of the fame

It wont change me

Now I've got this piece of change

I feel strange I got so use 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 watches the other

No we ain't blood

But we still real brothers

The struggle is real

Nothing can steal

What we build

And that remains the same

'Till that day 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



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