Fuck Da Fame
    (专辑: Bruce Wayne: Gothom City 1987 - 1997)
    
    Not your bitch ass nigga   Natas... bitch it ain't what you think  Ain't for your ho ass anyway   Young millionaire on top of the 
world  I 
don't give a 
fuck, I 
lost my girl  I 
fucked all her friends 'cause I'm cut like that  Esham's back with the 
murder rap  I 
didn't give a 
fuck about the 
nigga that popped me  Y'all niggas want me dead but y'all still can't stop me  I'm saying fuck the 
world, nigga fuck what you heard  I 
don't need this bullshit I 
can buy me a 
bird  Flip a 
key to a G 
is all about money  In the 
D-E-T ain't shit funny  I 
would murder your ass if I 
get the 
chance  I 
could give a 
fuck less if your bitch don't dance  Nigga I 
get money all goddamn day  So what the 
fuck a 
nigga like you gon' say  Ain't no love and this shit is like a 
goddamn game  Cause I'm all about cash flow, punk assho'   Fuck the 
fame...   I 
hate the 
way you kiss a 
nigga dick when you see me  I 
think deep down inside yo' ho ass wanna be me  I 
got no time for you bitches playing these ho ass games  If you fuck or make love bitch it's all the 
same  Fuck a 
ho and her mama I 
ain't got no time  No need to be lying bitch you ain't mine  See bitch, I 
know a 
nigga you fuck and I 
hate  So you could never set me up and make murder my fate  Money make a 
nigga suffer even though I 
got dough  It make a 
nigga never know, you see I'll never know  About you ho ass niggas that be plotting to kill me  Jealousy is in your eyes and you still can't feel me  Ho ass joint worker, never bought an 'O'  You looking at a 
millionaire and bitch you don't know  You 5 
dollar boy and I'm a 
million dollar man  With the 
presidential Rolex on my hand   Fuck the 
fame...   Only famous mother fuckers that I 
know in the 
pen  And they was even more famous before they went in  Young niggas getting money straight puttin in work  All the 
shit I 
been through make you go to church  Nigga fuck that shit you talking 'bout  If you can't back it up, best to walk it out  I'm from the 
east side nigga off Mack and Chene  Where niggas don't give a 
fuck about no fame  I 
was raised in the 
hood where crime pays  Where niggas get checked for their Cartiers  Nigga run that shit, ho give that here  And this type of shit happen every year  So that's why I'm all about my mail man  Cause niggas want to see me in jail man  Fuck the 
fame, and niggas I 
ain't saying no names  But you ho ass niggas ain't got no game  Fuck the 
fame   Fuck the 
fame...   And fuck you, ride along with it  I'm infamous out here on these hoes  You ain't know  [?]   By no way, shape or form am I 
famous out here  I'm infamous out here on you hoes  And I 
know you know, you only famous when you dead, Bitch