Fuck Da Fame
(专辑: Bruce Wayne: Gothom City 1987 - 1997)
Not your bitch ass nigga Natas... bitch it ain't what you think Ain't for your ho ass anyway Young millionaire on top of the
world I
don't give a
fuck, I
lost my girl I
fucked all her friends 'cause I'm cut like that Esham's back with the
murder rap I
didn't give a
fuck about the
nigga that popped me Y'all niggas want me dead but y'all still can't stop me I'm saying fuck the
world, nigga fuck what you heard I
don't need this bullshit I
can buy me a
bird Flip a
key to a G
is all about money In the
D-E-T ain't shit funny I
would murder your ass if I
get the
chance I
could give a
fuck less if your bitch don't dance Nigga I
get money all goddamn day So what the
fuck a
nigga like you gon' say Ain't no love and this shit is like a
goddamn game Cause I'm all about cash flow, punk assho' Fuck the
fame... I
hate the
way you kiss a
nigga dick when you see me I
think deep down inside yo' ho ass wanna be me I
got no time for you bitches playing these ho ass games If you fuck or make love bitch it's all the
same Fuck a
ho and her mama I
ain't got no time No need to be lying bitch you ain't mine See bitch, I
know a
nigga you fuck and I
hate So you could never set me up and make murder my fate Money make a
nigga suffer even though I
got dough It make a
nigga never know, you see I'll never know About you ho ass niggas that be plotting to kill me Jealousy is in your eyes and you still can't feel me Ho ass joint worker, never bought an 'O' You looking at a
millionaire and bitch you don't know You 5
dollar boy and I'm a
million dollar man With the
presidential Rolex on my hand Fuck the
fame... Only famous mother fuckers that I
know in the
pen And they was even more famous before they went in Young niggas getting money straight puttin in work All the
shit I
been through make you go to church Nigga fuck that shit you talking 'bout If you can't back it up, best to walk it out I'm from the
east side nigga off Mack and Chene Where niggas don't give a
fuck about no fame I
was raised in the
hood where crime pays Where niggas get checked for their Cartiers Nigga run that shit, ho give that here And this type of shit happen every year So that's why I'm all about my mail man Cause niggas want to see me in jail man Fuck the
fame, and niggas I
ain't saying no names But you ho ass niggas ain't got no game Fuck the
fame Fuck the
fame... And fuck you, ride along with it I'm infamous out here on these hoes You ain't know [?] By no way, shape or form am I
famous out here I'm infamous out here on you hoes And I
know you know, you only famous when you dead, Bitch