"Fame" lyrics
Reali-T Lyrics
(feat. Snake Lucci)
Yee-haw!
They're goin' to be in a heap of trouble, I tell you that much!
Boy, them Snake Island boys'll be all alone, and I tell you that much!
All for some fame in the U-S-A, boy
Come on, why all boys be hating so damn bad Billy?
Yee-haw! Heeh-heeh-heeh-heeh!
Snake a killer around when the bombs are droppin'
We take a little wealth and get in all the profits
Make a villain Better when I call the cops
And we hate forgiving hell I never gonna stop it
And when Snake was in the cell and I had all the problems
Like maybe killer will be the Johnny Coppin'
Fate was in the well and if the laws are watchin''
They tapin', it was yellow with the caution on it
But better be ready to handle life
Sick of the limos with some of the Paris sights
Keepin' an anomaly with it comin' to kill him on the road Like a paradise cause I wanna make it a paradise
I got a mission and my dream in it, but nobody wanna come into my life and try to repair demise
You ain't foolin' a feelin' of a killa' 11 and 0
Livin' in case you can die for paradise, Check it out now
Seek a recorder when its handsome like I want money in a briefcase like Samsonite
Somebody, tell everybody, im a killer, when I get up, in a middle, with a map, and nobody cares about's it's, ay
Who's in the middle, finna kill em with the illest in the... oh, I'll call them the beneficial We ain't telling them bitch, you ain't gonna make it, so seize to hate me, cause we dying homie
All for a little bit of
Fame in the USA
For a little bit of fame today for fame in the world today
Bona fi-i-de, Bona fi-i-de, bona fi, bona fi, Bona
Fame in the USA
For a little bit of fame today for fame in the world today
Bona fi-i-de, Bona fi-i-de, bona fi, bona fi, bona
Never woulda guessed, chedda woulda came together, to make it out of this weather, like hey From the trap game to the rap giggas got a Male bit dockanie a niggas gotta get paid, now a there's hatin' nigga's all up in a nigga's face
I keep It poppin', with paper, I got fame in the U-S-A, shoot a nigga at close range (Close range)
Feelin' like a celebrity, cause' everybody feelin' me, and I still got a couple of enemies fuck around and catch another felony, 'cause these haters wanna get rid of me, you niggas wasting your energy
Like being said, mo' money, mo' problemos
Haters getting mad, they see me in stretched limos niggas can't see me and I ain't talking 'bout windows niggas hear my CD and wanna see me in limos got cake these other nigga's is little
Honestly ain't nobody touching that instrumentals And All a nigga before to de like A Siour the ghetto
And I ain't even gotta brag, but I feel like I'm at the top of the world like its a dream And I won't even when I'm on stage, when niggas see me on stage like I'm Martin Luther King, and be a part of my regime
You niggas who gotta be mad that Reali-t and snakes taking over the flow session in '07
So you gotta get more weapons, Nigga o' reppin', I'll keep it real wit' you, I rather get these hoes naked
Got fame by the price in the industry, a nigga wouldn't even see a mill' off a gold record, and you dont even gotta ask, if a nigga want to know, tell them a nigga from the o' said it and I got that
Ay, Everybody be coming at me now
And they telling me they wanna do a Collab Right now
Shoot everybody and they mama is rapper now
Nobody be getting ghosts and they be calling me casper now
Gettin' my gun when I buck in a fool and I give 'em a phone
And I'm killin' my foes I gotta get my money
So for whatever you yappin' 'bout, strappin' pounds at graduation
I'm cappin' at, caps and guns, with half-a-round
You better be easy, 'cause I ain't got no friend I can't take it
Only phone calls I get is business related
Yeah maybe's, so the J Keys, AB, JP, and my homie with Taylie
But everybody wanna play me for dumb, as when I get bricks and I'm ready to hit ditches I got to try to make swiss for this big business, I gotta tell 'em like-a-this like I'm Chris Bridges
I gotta leave, don't get pissed, believe me, I gotta get a chick like sophie ibrahimi And when it's sold a dollar, when I win a medal, when my momma getting gold, but were moving back to the ghetto now
So whet need discusalon, dore tout mow, douse you can get to seered and be anotuetin"
Yee-hawl, I see ya snake, I see ya snake, he-he-he, robbin' banks and all-a-that crazy shit I tell ya that much, a-he-he-he
That's my God old man, we rolling for this fame man, cool day
It's the Reali-t show baby
They're goin' to be in a heap of trouble, I tell you that much!
Boy, them Snake Island boys'll be all alone, and I tell you that much!
All for some fame in the U-S-A, boy
Come on, why all boys be hating so damn bad Billy?
Yee-haw! Heeh-heeh-heeh-heeh!
Snake a killer around when the bombs are droppin'
We take a little wealth and get in all the profits
Make a villain Better when I call the cops
And we hate forgiving hell I never gonna stop it
And when Snake was in the cell and I had all the problems
Like maybe killer will be the Johnny Coppin'
Fate was in the well and if the laws are watchin''
They tapin', it was yellow with the caution on it
But better be ready to handle life
Sick of the limos with some of the Paris sights
Keepin' an anomaly with it comin' to kill him on the road Like a paradise cause I wanna make it a paradise
I got a mission and my dream in it, but nobody wanna come into my life and try to repair demise
You ain't foolin' a feelin' of a killa' 11 and 0
Livin' in case you can die for paradise, Check it out now
Seek a recorder when its handsome like I want money in a briefcase like Samsonite
Somebody, tell everybody, im a killer, when I get up, in a middle, with a map, and nobody cares about's it's, ay
Who's in the middle, finna kill em with the illest in the... oh, I'll call them the beneficial We ain't telling them bitch, you ain't gonna make it, so seize to hate me, cause we dying homie
All for a little bit of
Fame in the USA
For a little bit of fame today for fame in the world today
Bona fi-i-de, Bona fi-i-de, bona fi, bona fi, Bona
Fame in the USA
For a little bit of fame today for fame in the world today
Bona fi-i-de, Bona fi-i-de, bona fi, bona fi, bona
Never woulda guessed, chedda woulda came together, to make it out of this weather, like hey From the trap game to the rap giggas got a Male bit dockanie a niggas gotta get paid, now a there's hatin' nigga's all up in a nigga's face
I keep It poppin', with paper, I got fame in the U-S-A, shoot a nigga at close range (Close range)
Feelin' like a celebrity, cause' everybody feelin' me, and I still got a couple of enemies fuck around and catch another felony, 'cause these haters wanna get rid of me, you niggas wasting your energy
Like being said, mo' money, mo' problemos
Haters getting mad, they see me in stretched limos niggas can't see me and I ain't talking 'bout windows niggas hear my CD and wanna see me in limos got cake these other nigga's is little
Honestly ain't nobody touching that instrumentals And All a nigga before to de like A Siour the ghetto
And I ain't even gotta brag, but I feel like I'm at the top of the world like its a dream And I won't even when I'm on stage, when niggas see me on stage like I'm Martin Luther King, and be a part of my regime
You niggas who gotta be mad that Reali-t and snakes taking over the flow session in '07
So you gotta get more weapons, Nigga o' reppin', I'll keep it real wit' you, I rather get these hoes naked
Got fame by the price in the industry, a nigga wouldn't even see a mill' off a gold record, and you dont even gotta ask, if a nigga want to know, tell them a nigga from the o' said it and I got that
Ay, Everybody be coming at me now
And they telling me they wanna do a Collab Right now
Shoot everybody and they mama is rapper now
Nobody be getting ghosts and they be calling me casper now
Gettin' my gun when I buck in a fool and I give 'em a phone
And I'm killin' my foes I gotta get my money
So for whatever you yappin' 'bout, strappin' pounds at graduation
I'm cappin' at, caps and guns, with half-a-round
You better be easy, 'cause I ain't got no friend I can't take it
Only phone calls I get is business related
Yeah maybe's, so the J Keys, AB, JP, and my homie with Taylie
But everybody wanna play me for dumb, as when I get bricks and I'm ready to hit ditches I got to try to make swiss for this big business, I gotta tell 'em like-a-this like I'm Chris Bridges
I gotta leave, don't get pissed, believe me, I gotta get a chick like sophie ibrahimi And when it's sold a dollar, when I win a medal, when my momma getting gold, but were moving back to the ghetto now
So whet need discusalon, dore tout mow, douse you can get to seered and be anotuetin"
Yee-hawl, I see ya snake, I see ya snake, he-he-he, robbin' banks and all-a-that crazy shit I tell ya that much, a-he-he-he
That's my God old man, we rolling for this fame man, cool day
It's the Reali-t show baby
