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
Back for the street fame [Chorus] (One love to my true thugs) Comin to a ghetto near you Street fame (bust) Comin to a ghetto near you Street fame
Prevod: 2Pac. Street Fame (Briss Remix).
Prevod: 2Pac. Street Fame.
So fuck it try to work it in the inner city In the land of no pity I made it by the street fame (chorus) (Rated R) Super storm made it by street fame
empty Back for the street fame [Chorus] (One love to my true thugs) Comin to a ghetto near you Street fame (bust) Comin to a ghetto near you Street fame
fuck it try to work it in the inner city In the land of no pity I made it by the street fame (chorus) (Rated R) Super storm made it by street fame I
nowhere to hide Our dawgs finna haul off lead sawed-off head Nigga you drippin' soakin' with bloody body be beggin' me You know what you should've capped like 2 Pac
the police) I'm a superstar but I'm still street (You know we gonna keep it street, street) I got the gun under my seat, so don't agitate me In the blink
deserving a clean shot You people nursing every NERD You encourage to speak not Or you'll get murdered, you ain't heard How the industry seized Pac Somebody help the fame
