Fame - 2 Pac



You a what? Bad Boy Killaz

(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)

Hahaha yeah nigga, fuck em' all

(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)

Fuck all you muthafuckers

Ay Yo Biggie Put your hands up



Now I can make it happen

My rappin' is similar to muthafuckers

When they scrappin'

Blast and watch em' back up

Notorious biggie killer

Affiliation with death row

Niggaz get their caps pealed back

Fool this the west coast

Fuck a misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies

Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these

Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded

Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'

Got a Mercedes for these tricks

That thought I quit

Then got a drop top jag for these bitches that's on my dick

Go to a club in a pack

I'm smokin' bud in the back

I wait for niggaz to trip

Cause bitch I love to scrap

Now mama raised me as a thug nigga

With love niggaz

I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer

I went from rocks to zines

Writing raps and movies

I went from trustin'' these tricks now they all want to sue me

So Fuck em' all



(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)

(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger affair, yeah

(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)



Now could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin' peak

Even the baddest be gettin murdered in they seats

I'm addicted to these streets

like crack is to these creeps

Seein' visions of a prison

wake up screamin' in my sleep

Is there a heaven in this hell

a possibility of livin' well

But if they killin' me

I get my stripes and whose to tell

Choosing to sell

Ic



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