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Yesterday
Now you’re thrown away

Same rise and fall
Who cares at all?
Seduced by fame
A moth into the flame

Twisted backstabbing wicked
[Intro]
I'm tryin to tell you that we got it (c'mon)
Yeah boy, stress game, less fame is a..
Yeah, this a blessing, stress game (hey!)
Less fame
down-home good ol boy

A woman loved him through it all
Through his rowdy days and his hardest fall when he almost died
She stayed by his side

She's
like semen, Mc's is scheming
Tryin to bag me baby black you must be beemin
Feenin, I dont know who gased ya head up
Im straight up, for less niggas have
understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is:
Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli
Was not available for
for a reasonable fee, less than
Reputable as known to be 

His heart was full of love love love
Love love love
Love love is all around
When Jesus
for a reasonable fee, less than
Reputable as known to be

His heart was full of love love love
Love love love
Love love is all around
When Jesus
cruised for boys on the strip
But death by the bottle is what made her hip
Marylin's beauty showed age every day
But her sinister end helped her keep age
nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
Rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing,
somewhere out keeping it cool
(And get told) Almost anything instead of the truth
Y'all know more than I do, it's breaking news to me too
Easy killer y'all
to myself
When alone I ask myself, is it worth it? I ain't perfect
Neither is anybody else, but I think my kids deserve
To be with Daddy out in public
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
All out warfare, eye
One-time-for-ya-mind
Two's for your souuulll
Three's for your body
And four's for the ambiance
Check it out 'cause this is how it go

My faith will never fall
Forever
Wherever I go
I want to take nothin less than the best
Whatever I choose, I choose to do
I have to stand out from all the rest  
Whatever I do, wherever
I loll on the porch swing
Tall mint julep in hand
Listening to the beach boys
Why don't they understand?
This is not what I call summer
Summer
and the sticky sheets
The traffic and the litter and the jukebox beats
The night winds stir the old ghosts
And they haunt those less likely 
They cry out loud
less-than-pretty picture
Feeling ten years older now, and fifty bucks richer

Life is hard, can't buy happiness no matter what you do
Can't get to heaven
out fortune or fame

I would rather kill myself
Than to live my life for someone else
I would rather burn in hell
Than to give my soul to sell

I
There's things more important than money
I'm talkin bout pride, I'm talkin bout dignity
You got it out there
All you got to do is stand on your own two feet
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever

And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
something less than a Caddy
Go buy them gas and food was less than a cabby
As we approach my tilt, paranoia in my bones had built
By the lock on the door,
understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for
and the block in fear 'cause ya boy up and left
Life is short enjoy what ever's left
Before you run into a nigga like me and meet death
In less than three
And draws it through her hair
There is no light to see by
There is no one sitting there
But the coldness that is in my heart
Is more than I can bear

This
seas 
I'm pimpin' this gat 
Watch me hidy flice these hoes 
Leave em short changed 
Take they fame and roll 
Wacth em all fall to tha flo' 
It's a t-k-o