2Pac – Street Fame (Briss Remix) Lyrics

Street Fame (Briss Remix)

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"Street Fame (Briss Remix)." - 2Pac

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 02:15 pm

Album: Better Dayz

Track No: 08

Turn it up in my headphones
(Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame)
More
(Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame)
I wasn't mad until these tricks shot me
It's time I sanitize my posse
Look how paranoid these **** got me
Cellular calls are being traced since surveillance silently
Mama, chill, thug living, pay the bills, and die violently
Closed caskets, expose bastards, I leave 'em bloody
Delores Tucker, don't let your kids hear a **** speak on gettin' money
Ain't nothin' funny, green, got a **** seein' things
Why? Hit the lye, hope to God I can fly
Lethal weapon, I'm a savage, still a method to my madness
Blast ****, laugh, call 'em cats cabbage
Read 'em and weep, put 'em to sleep, they hell bound
Lyrics'll leave 'em spell bound
Clown now, tired of being 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 time never catch me slippin'
Fuck authorities, they wonder why minorities be trippin
We ain't havin' it
Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back
Once I hit the mat, ****'ll never get this shit 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 an eye
Bustin' on my enemies, bad boy killin'
(Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame)
Straight dissin' you, fuck Lil Kim, you nasty bitch
(Comin' to a)
Temperatures rises **** blinded by my lyrical disguise
No time to plot retreats, **** shiver and die
Multiple rounds found laced in his body and face
Wrapped in plastic, the acid erased all trace
Criminal tactics, the rap game became so drastic
Military mind, mash all the bulls, get blasted
If we bleed, then they suffocate, chokin' in terror
So we strive seein' our lives be reflected in mirrors
The prophecy is clear, **** lock and load, disappear
Strategize with no fear, wagin' war for years
The crack game wasn't big enough, ready to rush
Bitch made muhfuckers get murdered and touched
I go to jail, **** screamin', free me, speakin' freely
Conversatin' with my comrades, kickin' Swahili
Indeed, they should fear my first seed, it gets worse
Planned a curse 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, ****, tighten your jaw
Givin' birth to Outlawz, street fame
Bust, ****, bust
(Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame)
Only Makeveli the Don can put it down like this, hey Nas
(Comin' to a ghetto near you, 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 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
Flossin' in the thug stance, pistol tucked 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 worrying 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 dyin' to change
But still I bang wantin' street fame
That's the end of that, thugged out
Makeveli the Don, represent the Outlawz, street fame
One love to my true ****
(Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame)
Makeveli the Don, Killuminati
(Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame)
Yo, check this out, I'm tell you like this
(Street fame)
If the lifestyle that you livin'
Got you takin' more fuckin' shorts than getting props
Then that lifestyle need to stop
(Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame)
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
****, you'll start to see riches, fine bitches, and hittin' switches
Shit, to me that shit sound delicious
(Street fame)

Writer(s): 2Pac & Delmar Arnaud.

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