Fame
2Pac / The Outlawz Lyrics

Turn it up in my head phones
Increase the volume in my headphones

Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame, more
Expect the arrival of fame and recognition in the streets

Haha, comin' to a ghetto near you
Indeed, fame is coming to the neighborhoods

I wasn't mad until these tricks shot me
I didn't become angry until these deceitful individuals betrayed me

It's time to sanitize my posse look how paranoid these niggas got me
I must cleanse my crew due to the excessive level of paranoia they have caused me

Cellular calls are being traced since surveillance silently
My phone conversations are being monitored without my knowledge

Momma chill, thug livin' pay the bills and die violently
Mother, calm down, this is the life of a thug, we struggle to make money and face the possibility of a violent death

Closed caskets, expose bastards I leave 'em bloody
Funerals where the coffins are closed will reveal the true nature of those who wronged me, leaving them in a bloody demise

Deloris Tucker don't let your kids hear a nigga speak
Deloris Tucker, please discourage your children from listening to the content of my lyrics

On gettin' money ain't nothin' funny, green, got a nigga seein' things
The pursuit of wealth is a serious matter, its allure is so strong that it can distort one's perception

Why, hit the lye hope to God I can fly
I wonder why I indulge in marijuana, hoping it will give me the sensation of flying

Lethal weapon I'ma savage, still a method to my madness
I am a dangerous individual, but there is still a strategic approach to my chaotic behavior

Blast niggas laugh call 'em care cabbage
I shoot my enemies and laugh at their pain, mocking them as if they were worthless

Read 'em and weep, put 'em to sleep they hell bound
They will cry and feel defeated, eventually falling into eternal damnation

Lyrics will leave 'em spell bound, clown now tired of bein' held down
My lyrics will captivate and astonish them, mocking them as they are exhausted from being oppressed

Cross my heart hope to die, blinded in some pussy millionaire
I promise with all my sincerity, I am solely focused on material wealth and sexual conquests

Livin' care free, sucka free, playa haters miss me
I live without worry or fear and those who envy me, the haters, are longing for my presence

Hope in hard times never catch me slippin'
I maintain optimism during difficult periods, never allowing myself to make mistakes

Fuck authorities they wonder why minorities be trippin'
I disregard those in power who question why individuals from marginalized communities rebel against the system

We ain't havin' it
We refuse to tolerate it

Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back
It is time to reclaim our territory, children of the ghetto, relax and let us handle it

Once I hit the mat, niggas will never get this shit back
Once I make my mark in the rap game, my influence and legacy will be forever

Spit it so eloquently, my pistols represent me
I articulate my thoughts with great style, and my guns symbolize my identity

Bust until my rounds empty, back for the street fame
I will shoot until I run out of bullets, always striving for fame in the streets

One love to my true thugs
I express my love and loyalty to my genuine comrades

Bustin' on my enemies bad boy killin', straight dissin' you
I will aggressively attack and target my enemies, especially those associated with the Bad Boy record label, directly insulting them

Fuck Lil' Kim you nasty bitch
I express disdain towards Lil' Kim, calling her derogatory names

Temperatures rises, niggas blinded by my lyrical disguise
The tension escalates as individuals become mesmerized and deceived by the cleverness of my lyrics

No time to plot retreats, niggaz shiver and die
There is no opportunity to plan an escape, causing my enemies to tremble and meet their demise

Multiple rounds found laced in his body and face
Various bullets are discovered embedded in his body and face

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all traces
By covering the body in plastic and using acid, any evidence is completely destroyed

Criminal tactics the rap game became so drastic
Illegal methods are employed within the rap industry, leading to extreme measures

Military mind mashed all the walls they blasted
With a strategic, militant mindset, they demolished any obstacles in their path

If we bleed then they suffocate, chokin' in terror
If we spill blood, they will suffer and be overcome with fear

So we strive singularize we reflect in the mirrors
Hence, we continue to strive for individuality as we observe our reflection in mirrors

The prophecy is clear niggas lock 'n load disappear
It is evident through the prophecy that individuals must prepare themselves and vanish from sight

Strategize with no fear, wagin' war for years
We devise tactics without any fear, engaging in warfare for an extended period

The crack game wasn't big enough, ready to rush
The drug trade did not provide sufficient wealth, so we were eager to undertake a new endeavor

Bitch made motherfuckers get murdered and touched
Cowardly individuals will be killed and physically harmed

I go to jail niggas screamin', 'Free me', speakin' freely
When I am incarcerated, my fellow inmates demand their release and express their thoughts without restraint

Conversation with my comrades kickin' Swahili
I engage in conversations with my close companions, speaking in the Swahili language

Indeed nature feel my first seed, it gets worse
Undoubtedly, I can sense the impending birth of my first child, and the situation becomes more intense

Plans are cursed to be a G on the first to breathe
My aspirations are plagued by the reality that my child is destined to be involved in the gangster lifestyle from the moment they are born

Currency in stacks artillery in the back
I accumulate a significant amount of money while being armed with weapons

Strapped armies, we camouflaged in all black
My crew and I are heavily armed and blend into the surroundings wearing black attire

When we attack, holla out my set
When we launch an assault, we proudly proclaim our affiliation

Nigga tighten your jaw, givin' birth to outlawz
Prepare yourself for a tough fight, as we are bringing forth a new generation of outlaws

Ha, ha, street fame
The concept of gaining fame in the streets is amusing to me

Only Makaveli the Don can put it down like this, hey Nas
Only I, Makaveli the Don, have the ability to deliver my message in this manner, let's not forget Nas

Comin' to a ghetto near you with street fame
I will soon arrive in a ghetto close to you, bringing along fame in the streets

Positive identification got me rushed to the station
Being promptly recognized led to my rapid detention by the police

Stuck in this line up tryin' hard to hide my face
Trapped in this line-up, I struggle to conceal my identity

They placed the name but can't recall description
They assigned a name to me, but they can't accurately remember my appearance

I ain't did shit officer that bitch trippin'
I didn't commit any crime, officer, that woman is exaggerating

Promise retaliation they plan busted, no man to be trusted
I assure revenge, their scheme has been exposed, and no one can be trusted

Everything corrupted once man touched it
Once human intervention occurred, everything became tainted and corrupted

Kamikaze, hopin' that none of the spies find me
I take extreme risks, hoping that none of the informants discover my whereabouts

That's why we bye, bye daily knowin' cops trail me, but why cry?
That's why we say goodbye to each other every day, fully aware that the police are monitoring me, but why should we shed tears?

Floatin' while we tokin' on this potent branch
We feel at ease and relaxed while smoking this strong marijuana

Flossin' in the thug stance, flippin' pockets out inside my pants
Confidently displaying my thug persona, revealing the contents of my pockets by flipping them outward

Never underestimate me, playa hate me, see me and hide
Never underestimate my capabilities, other players despise me, they see me and try to hide

Sure as hollow points shatter, enemies die
Just like the impact of hollow point bullets, my enemies meet their death

Spread love dead thugs, gettin' buried in riches
We promote love, even for deceased criminals who are buried with wealth

Take a chance to advance fuck them worrin' bitches
Seize the opportunity to progress and disregard the worries of women who cause trouble

Penitentiary's a possibility, bust and pray
Entering prison is a potential outcome, so we arm ourselves and pray

Wear a rubber so I live to fuck another day, hey
I use protection during sexual encounters in order to continue living and engaging in intercourse for future occasions

Ain't nothin' strange, I'm 25 dyin' to change
There is nothing unusual about it, I am 25 years old and yearning for transformation

But still I bang wantin' street fame, that's the end of that
However, I am still involved in gang activities, aspiring for fame in the streets, and that concludes the matter

Thugged out, Makaveli the Don
Fully immersed in the thug lifestyle, I am Makaveli the Don

Representin' the Outlawz, street fame
As a member of the Outlawz, I represent and embody street fame

One love to my true niggaz
I express affection and loyalty to my genuine comrades

Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame
Prepare for the arrival of fame in the streets, coming to a ghetto near you

Makaveli the Don, Killuminati
I am Makaveli the Don, the leader of the secret society known as the Killuminati

Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame
Expect the influence of the Killuminati and street fame in a ghetto close to you

Yo, check this out,
Listen to this, pay attention

I'ma tell you like this
Let me explain it to you in this manner

If the lifestyle that you livin'
If the way you are living your life

Got you takin' more fuckin' shorts than gettin' props
If you are experiencing more disappointments than achievements

Then that lifestyle need to stop, best to recognize some Outlaw shit
It's imperative to put an end to that lifestyle and acknowledge the principles of being an outlaw

'Cause only in this Outlaw lifestyle can you truly come to
Because it is only through this lifestyle of being an outlaw where you can truly understand

To see what this life's supposed to be like
The true essence of how life should be

Nigga you'll start to see riches, fine bitches and hittin' switches
You will begin to witness wealth, attractive women, and the excitement of operating car switches

Shit, to me that shit
To me, that is highly appealing

To me that shit sound delicious
That is extremely enticing to me

Street fame
Gaining recognition and reputation in the streets