F.A.M.E.
(专辑: Thug Motivation 103: Hustlerz Ambition - 2011)
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League…) [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] Fuck these haters, I'd kill 'em all if I
could Ain't scared of none of y'all, so you know my aim good Blowin bin Ladie in my Porsche 911 Just left Ground Zero, on my way to kush heaven Can't slow down, too much evil in my rear view Sometimes you wanna scream to God, but he can't hear you And even if you did, this'll probably be his answer Fuck you 'plaining 'bout? It ain't like you got cancer Do it for my niggas on the
block that got it worse First the
love, then the
hate, that just a
trap nigga's curse I
betcha feel like the
whole world hating on you But what's the
holdup? The
whole world waiting on you (The fame…) I
wake up and feel empty Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty I'm already standing on the
edge, so don't tempt me Fake motherfuckers envy (The fame…) I
wake up and feel empty Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty I'm already standing on the
edge, so don't tempt me Fake motherfuckers envy [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] You mean to tell me from running my big mouth That I
could chill here in this big penthouse All elevator'd up, black hardwood floors Just to sit around and feel like it ain't yours Your conscience gotcha feeling like you done something wrong But the
flatscreen say motherfucker, we on Pardon me, nigga, do you see this view? See Ruth's Chris from here, what the
fuck's wrong wit' you Looking at my Rollie, yeah, it's almost seven Bill Gates state of mind wit' a
automatic weapon You might 'member from putting on for the
city Or back when it was on two, going for the
fitty Opened up a
few squares, opened up a
few tours Just to show niggas keys open up doors “Oh, we don't fuck wit' Young no mo'” Why not? The
only thing I
can figure, 'cause he on top (The fame…) I
wake up and feel empty Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty I'm already standing on the
edge, so don't tempt me Fake motherfuckers envy (The fame…) I
wake up and feel empty Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty I'm already standing on the
edge, so don't tempt me Fake motherfuckers tempt me (The fame…) [Verse 3: T.I.] What up, world? (Did you miss me?) Long time, huh? (Stop that) Hey, look Lately, I
been off and out of sight, seldom out of mind Ay, getcha business' right, and stay the
hell up out of mine I'm out my mind, trying to fix it 'fore I'm out of time Don't worry 'bout me, God got me, bruh, I'm doing fine Another year in prison, promise this is it for me Tryna make it through the
storm, should be making history No feeling sorry for me, keep ya pity and ya sympathy Good or bad, take it like a
man, whatever meant for me How I
did it make 'em hate my spirit, they wish they could kill it And they'll take it however they can get it Wanna see me fulla misery, walking wit' my head down “Let's decapitate him, then we'll see if he can wear his crown!” (The fame…) I
wake up and feel empty Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty I'm already standing on the
edge, so don't tempt me Fake motherfuckers envy (The fame…) I
wake up and feel empty Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty I'm already standing on the
edge, so don't tempt me Fake motherfuckers envy (The fame…) I
wake up and feel empty Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty I'm already standing on the
edge, so don't tempt me Fake motherfuckers envy (The fame…) I
wake up and feel empty Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty I'm already standing on the
edge, so don't tempt me Fake motherfuckers envy (The fame…)