Paroles:
Thug Life Street Fame

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

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

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

be in the clouds? It's strange, what the fame'll do But you know what? The only one who seen the change from the fame is you [Chorus] I'm the same

Is I Mite Have Fame But Im Stil Low On Credit Management Of My Mune Tell Me Where My Bred Is I Come Across Alot Of Rich People Who Die To Be Thugs I

be days like this But not a life like this, so I take a knife like this and slice like this Take life like this, fuck around and I take my own life like

? Fearing jail but crack sales got me livin' well In a sense I'm suicidal with this thug's life Staying strapped forever trapped in this drug life

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

fed they wife and they daughters Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash Pass the fame and let the game go rollin past Why you change, it's a cold world taught me life