And my niggas say 

We want the FAAAAME 

C'mon c'mon 

 

[Chorus] 

One thing we all adore 

Something worth dying for 

Nothing but pain 

Stuck in this game 

Searching for fortune and fame 

 

The one thing we all adore 

Something worth dying for 

It's been nothing but pain 

Stuck in this game 

Searching for fortune and fame 

 

[Verse 1: 2Pac] 

Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to g's 

Stresses after battle with success comes greed (echo) 

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 nigga 

Never let the game play you 

And for the fame 

Niggas change fast 

That's a shame 

What's the game 

Lost souls 

Who controls our brain? 

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 death follows me 

But I murder him first 

And worse yet 

With each breathe 

Steps I take 

Breathless 

Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish? 

Cigar ashes 

Coaster 

Crystal glasses 

We mash on them jealous bastards 

With a ski mask 

I'm the first one to warn them 

Blast it 

Wrapped in plastic 

Bullshitting got his ass hit (outlaws) 

Ain't nothing left now 

Treated like a stepchild 

Was not for me 

Nothing but busters and bitches (fuck em all) 

Be rocking beats 

Fake in fame 

 

[Verse 2: Kadafi] 

Block run and shoot slugs 

We throw them back like hardballs 

Without the gloves 

No love for these fake desperados 

And thugs I bleed to envy 

Smoke and blow out they blunts 

Sipping Henney 

Drunk nights 

And hot days 

Cocking my heat shooting it sideways 

A wife on the run 

Full of common blunts 

Unconditionally married 

To my gun 

Fulfillin' my destiny 

On knees 

And ones desires 

Be pulling all my cabbage like priors 

Stuck in the trance searching for something higher 

Fortune and fame 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Verse 3: Kastro] 

Searching for fortune and fame 

Lost in the rain 

A lose of the game 

With life the cost of the game 

We forcing the change 

Mother fuck flossing the chain (echo) 

All the blame 

Belongs to the part of the brain (echo) 

That we never use nigga 

Plus my heart is in pain (echo) 

And if I ever lose homey 

Bet I'm at it again (echo) 

Outlaws don't die 

So united we stand (echo) 

And if family come before 

All the fortune and fame (echo) 

 

[Verse 4: Napoleon] 

As I walk up in the crib 

Laid to rest me head 

Say some rhymes to angels 

Hope they bless my bed 

Hope they bless me the righteous way 

Got a homie locked down 

Outta town 

I sent him a kite today 

Man that hate in your heart you gotta cleanse it dog 

Praying for my downfall and I can sense it dog 

I was passed down the street fame 

Like glocks clocked and keep aim 

Was raised up with a clock box 

And I ran with the local street gang 

They say the light is faded 

But still shine in the dark 

You can easy been a man 

But you is a boy in your heart 

And that's some game that I got 

From generation of game 

In the road of life dog 

We need to switch up lanes 

Think about it 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Verse 5: Young Noble] 

I can't complain 

I've seen my fair share of the fame 

It wont change me 

Now I've got this piece of change 

I feel strange I got so use to the hood 

That when I finally got out at first it ain't feel good 

I was just a baby still retarded from slavery 

When we struggle to shovel shit ain't nobody saved me 

Ghetto ain't made me I made myself 

Poverty raised me thinking ain't no help 

I pray for my health my mind and my family too 

State of myself my grind and my family crew 

Where one hand watches the other 

No we ain't blood 

But we still real brothers 

The struggle is real 

Nothing can steal 

What we build 

And that remains the same 

'Till that day we killed 

And that's real 

Life that I was aimed to be 

Love by my family tree 

That's fame to me 

How about it 

 

[Chorus]