Street Fame (Thug Life Album)

[Mopreme]

It was a dope spot front yard, one on one strappin

That's the way it was way before all the scrappin

Earned my fuckin props from the G's in the hood

Put in work, did some dirt, never snitched, never would

Rollin the fat Jaguars with my nigga P blowin up

Time comin back sippin Henessey

Seventeen years old and I felt like God mad rich

And I had my pick of any fine bitch

And my family was known to be great, seen slightly more

Representin no matter who sets it on

Street power, why you niggaz flip and you thug shit

I be bout my motherfuckin grip, nothin else

gets between me and mine, just remember that

Damn it's a shame, but still I'm in the game

I'm tryin to get street fame

[Chorus]

"I'm a superstar..", "I'm a superstar.."

"I'm a superstar, made it by street fame"

"I'm a superstar..", "I'm a superstar.."

"I'm a superstar, made it by street fame"

[Big Syke]

Don't blame my mama, don't blame my daddy

I know they wish they never had me

In and out of jail by twelve, failin out of school

Cause I was livin by the street rules

Hangin with hogs, droppin dawgs as a little loc

I was gettin my respect but I was still broke

Into the game and expanded to the cocaine

Went from double-ups, to slangin them whole thangs

Focused on my mail name ringin like a bell

And even with no proof they gonna put me in jail

Everbody says he's sold and I'm outta control

Motherfuckers gossip but I still roll (nigga)

Bitches want my cash on my dash of my cockpit

They wouldn't know a motherfucker if he didn't have shit

So while I'm ballin and kickin up dust, get yo' skull crushed

Bitch-made niggaz know not to fuck with us

Cause I'm livin on the edge, I'm blastin lead

Wanted by the Feds, they got to take me dead

So fuck it drive a bucket in the inner city

In the land of no pity, I made it by the street fame

[Chorus] - 2X

[The Rated R]

I'm a super star, made it by street fame

I had to make some people feel the pain, in this dirty game

I know I'm on my way to hellll

Ain't no yellow bricked road for all

the niggas that I done smoked

The hood done took me under, a nigga gots no heart

Don't get it twisted cause I'm there with my homey's car

I kill for my niggaz, my niggaz kill for me

That's the love you get, from the

drunk one, you put in work see

I'm a G with a gang of niggaz after

Tryin to peal me, cause I smoked they homey

What comes around goes around is what makes it worse

I smoke blunts all day to keep my mind off a hearse

They don't stop stop til my casket drop drop

Let me ride, but all I want, thou shalt not beef or die

And it don't matter if I rap or plays

Cause I blow out back of some minds, fuck the fame

[Chorus]

".. made it by street fame"

*repeat to the end*