Turn it up in my head phones

Comin' to a ghetto near you, Street fame, more

Haha, comin' to a ghetto near you I wasn't mad until these tricks shot me

It's time to sanitize my posse look how paranoid these niggaz 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, green, 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 bein' held down Cross my heart hope to die, blinded in some pussy millionaire

Livin' care free, sucka free, playa haters miss me

Hope in hard times never catch me slippin'

*** authorities they wonder why minorities be trippin' We ain't havin' it

Time to tear this *** back, ghetto children kick back

Once I hit the mat, niggaz will never get this *** back

Spit it so eloquently, my pistols represent me

Bust until my rounds empty, back for the street fame 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 killin', straight dissin' you

*** Lil' Kim you Nasty Bitch 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, wagin' war for years

The crack game wasn't big enough, ready to rush

Bitch made mother***ers get murdered and touched I go to jail niggaz screamin', 'Free me', speakin' freely

Conversation with my comrades kickin' 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 Bust, nigga, bust

Comin' to a ghetto near you, hell, yeah, it's true

Street fame

Only Makaveli the Don can put it down like this, hey Nas

Comin' to a ghetto near you with Street fame 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 *** officer that bitch trippin' Promise retaliation they plan busted, no man to be trusted

Everything corrupted once man touched it

Kamikaze, hopin' 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

Flossin' in the thug stance, flippin' 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 *** them worrin' bitches

Penitentiary's a possibility, bust and pray

Wear a rubber so I live to *** another day, hey

Ain't nothin' strange, I'm 25 dyin' to change

But still I bang wantin' 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 livin'

Got you takin' more ***in' shorts than gettin' props

Then that lifestyle need to stop, best to recognize some Outlaw ***

'Cuz 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 hittin' switches

***, to me that ***

To me that *** sound delicious