Spice 1 - Fortune & Fame lyrics

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Spice 1 - Fortune & Fame lyrics

[Hook: 2Pac & Kokane] (x2) One thing we all adore, something worth dying for Nothing but pain, stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame [Verse 1: 2Pac] Though we exist to breathe some believe currency comes to g's Stress is half the battle with success comes greed They got me hot when they shot me Plotted my revenge To increase my ends Enemies gettin' dropped Win or lose Red or blue We must all stay true Play the game n***a Never let the game play you And for the fame n***as change fast That's a shame What's the game Lost souls Who controls our brains? Who can I blame? The world seems strange at times Somewhat insane I'm hoping we can change with time I'm living blinded Searching for refinement Curse, I know d**h follows me But I murdered him first And worse yet With each breathe Steps I take Breathless Is there a cure for a hustler with a d**h wish? Cigar ashes Toast with Crystal gla**es (to my thug n***as) We mash on them jealous ba*tards (hahaha) With my ski mask I'm the first one to warn them (get that n***a) Blast it Wrapped in plastic Bullsh**ting got his a** hit (Outlaws) Ain't nothing left now Treated like a stepchild Was not for me Nothing but busters and b**hes (f** em all) Be rocking beats Fake in fame [Hook] (x2) [Verse 2: Kokane] I love that ghetto sh** (that ghetto sh**) I love that 2Pac sh** (that Pac sh**) I'm that n***a out yo' window eating chicken out yo' caddy sh** (sh**tt) We write this song to make you k** motherf**ers (f**ers) Smash motherf**ers (f**ers) Just to see ya cluck clucka (clucka) I'm not just a rapper I'm a dope dealer (what it is mang) (dope man!) Ignorant motherf**er spray cap peeler (cap peela) It's like ba** (ba**!) How low can you go? (go, go, go) I'll have to move my yay across San Di-ya-yo (ya-yo baby) Westcoast, tax free, money is a b**h (beotch) These out of state n***as get mad cause we rich (hahaha, richhh) Pick up a super chicken bac-ca (bac-ca, bac-ca) He said selling 28 and a hundred By mail... [Verse 3: E.D.I.] For the fame (fame) The notoriety To be well-known (well-known) in this society To have everybody eyeing me Cause when I rise up my block mang My cost is to floss I'm making up for all the times That I floss to be lost (floss to be lost) I scream, (scream) till I was lost forever Nobody came (fame) So on this day forth, I'mma die For the fortune and fame (fame) Been on my name (fame) Where were all these years That I walk this Earth Went for all mine (we search for fame) Especially been cautious since birth Remain the same, since the day I came (fame) Will never change Even though I live my life hellishly (fame) For all this fame (fame) [Verse 4: Kadafi] (fame) Block fronters shoot slugs We throw 'em back like hardballs Without the gloves No love for these fake desperados and thugs (hahaha) I bleed to envy Smoke and blow out they blunts Sipping Henney Drunk nights And high days co*king my heat shooting it sideways A life on the run (ey look out, look out) Full of common blunts (yeah, yeah) Unconditionally married To my gun Fulfillin' my destiny Or needs And ones desires (yes n***a *repeats for next 3 lines*) Be pulling all my cabbage like pliers Stuck in the trance searching for something higher Than fortune and fame Hahaha [Hook] (x2) [Verse 5: Spice 1] I don't want to live forever It's do or die I'd be a dead n***a Talking gangsta S.P.I Nggas don't want me to be up in they system When I'm deceased Talk sh** about when I'm up in the coffin n***a you'll rest in peace (well alright) Motherf**er, I die for this sh** (sh**) I got a lot ridin' Some n***as be backslidin' Some n***as fall off and go into hidin' Some n***as be players up in the game five years Some n***as be making one platinum album Then be gettin' disrepecting O.G. peers I've been motherf**ing hard since I was fo-teen, partners (fo-teen partna) Some n***as be laying up in them streets Broke them off something proper Haters may try to take your soul Cold-hearted a** n***as Gotta ride with two twin Glocks Gotta sleep fingers on triggers n***as don't want to see you have nothing So have something And if a n***a run up on you Put a slug and get to dumping n***a Fame...

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