Fame

(Hook) 2x

All I wanted was the fame and the money

All I wanted was the cars and the honeys

Till I die, till I rise

Till I die, till I rise

[Killah Priest]

Don't stop till you get a million dollars

Nope! Don't stop till you get a zillion dollars

Then what? Enemies at ya door

Hidin' ya money under floor

Don't trust ya whore, screenin' ya cause

Niggas used to be cool, but ain't cool no more

Now you gon' to war, just made a deal as a business man

Lawyers jerkin' you, you can't trust ya fam

Got cancer from all the cigars

Neva picture ya self on the I.V. because of liquor

Dreamin' of ya funeral, some niggas wanna shoot at you

Now you being fed thru a tube, the suspect's unusual

Kings die, thrones rust, skeleton bones turn to dust

This money you trust - hard luck

Now you get stuck, your family is f*cked

That's what happens when guns buss

(Hook) 2x

[Killah Priest]

Game recognize game, G's recognize G's

Shootouts in the rain cuz of M O N E Y

Why my nephew had to die? Eye for an eye

Tooth for tooth, my fam for ya fam

Niggas just shoot

While we talkin' their lives are coffin

If he go they put his riches in the auction (Damn!!)

Luck, teardrops and pain, hug, fears, stops the rain

The bullets and a kiss

A buncha Brooklyn kids cried that day

When the hearse roll thru wit BIG

Listen to the vision Martin had

Shots in the flag, David rocks in his bag

We love money, buss slugs for money

Would you sell ya moms for money?

Soon, all in tuned

That's what will be required from this country, doom!