"Street Fame". Turn it up in my head phones. (Coming to a ghetto near you street fame). More. Haha coming to a ghetto near you. [Verse One]. I wasn't mad until these tricks me<. It's time to sanitize my posse. Look how paranoid these niggas got me. Cellular calls are being traced. Since surveillance silently. Momma chill. Thug livin pay the bills. And die violently. Closed caskets. Expose bastards I leave em bloody. Deloris Tucker don't let your kids hear a nigga speak on gettin money. Ain't nothin funny. cream<<. Got a nigga seein things. Why hit the lye hope to God I can fly. Lethal weapon I'ma savage. Still a method to my madness. BLAST niggaz laugh call em care cabbage. Read em and weep put em to sleep they hell bound. Lyrics will leave em spell bound. Clown now tired of being held down. Cross my heart hope to die. Blinded in some pussy. Millionaire. Living care free. Sucka free. Playa haters miss me. Hope in hard times never catch me slippin. Fuck authorities they wonder why minorities be trippin. We ain't having it. Time to tear this shit back ghetto children kick back. Once I hit the mat. Niggaz will never get this shit back. Spit it so eloquently. My pistols represent me. Bust until my rounds empty. Back for the street fame. [Chorus]. (One love to my true thugs). Comin to a ghetto near you. Street fame. (bust). Comin to a ghetto near you. Street fame. All out warfare eye for a eye. Bustin on my enemies bad boy killing. (Street fame). Straight dissing you. Fuck Lil' Kim you Nasty Bitch. [Verse Two]. Temperatures rises. Niggaz blinded by my lyrical disguise. No time to plot retreats. Niggaz shiver and die. Multiple rounds found laced. In his body and face. Wrapped in plastic the acid erased all traces. Criminal tactics the rap game. Became so drastic. Military mind mashed all the walls they blasted. If we bleed then they suffocate. Chokin in terror. So we strive singularize we reflect in the mirrors. The prophecy is clear. Niggaz lock n load disappear. Strategize with no fear. Waging war for years. The crack game wasn't big enough. Ready to rush. You bitch made motherfuckers get murdered and touched. I go to jail niggaz screamin. FREE ME. Speakin freely. Conversatin with my comrades. Kicking Swahili. Indeed nature feel my first seed. It gets worse. Plans are cursed to be a G. On the first to breathe. Currency in stacks. Artillery in the back. Strapped. Armies we camouflaged in all black. When we attack. Holla out my set. Nigga tighten your jaw. Givin birth to outlawz. (Ha ha). Street fame. [Chorus]. (Bust nigga bust). Comin to a ghetto near you. (hell yeah). Street fame it's true. (Only Makaveli the Don can put it down like this Hey Nas ...) (Note: "time to die" was removed). Comin to a ghetto near you. With street fame. [Verse Three]. Positive identification. Got me rushed to the station. Stuck in this line up. Tryin hard to hide my face. They placed the name but can't recall description. I ain't did shit officer. That bitch trippin. Promise retaliation. They plan busted. No man to be trusted. Everything corrupted once man touched it. Kamikaze. Hoping that none of the spies find me. That's why we bye bye daily. Knowin cops trail me. But why cry. Floatin while we tokin on this potent branch. Flossing in the thug stance flipping pockets out inside my pants. Never underestimate me. Playa hate me. See me and hide. Sure as hollow points shatter enemies die. Spread love dead thugs. Gettin buried in riches. Take a chance to advance fuck them worrin bitches. Penitentiary's a possibility bust and pray. Wear a rubber so I live to fuck another day. HEY.... Ain't nothin strange. I'm 25 dying to change. But still I bang wanting street fame. (That's the end of that). Thugged out Makaveli the Don. Representin the Outlawz. (Street fame). One love to my true niggaz. (Comin to a ghetto near you). (Street fame). Makaveli the Don. Killuminati. (Comin to a ghetto near you). (Street fame). Yo check this out. I'ma tell you like this. (Street Fame). If the lifestyle that you living. Got you taking more fucking shorts. Than getting props. Then that lifestyle need to stop. Best to recognize some Outlaw shit. Cause only in this Outlaw lifestyle can you truly come to. To see what this life's supposed to be like. Nigga you'll start to see riches fine bitches and hitting switches. Shit. To me that shit sound delicious. Street Fame. . By:-=|§xx †ë@m|=-