Street Fame Chords by 2Pac

[Em] _ _ [C] Turn it up in my headphones, please.
Street fame, more.
_ I [Bm] wasn't mad until these streets [E] shot me, [C] it's time I sanitize my proxy, look how paranoid
these niggas got me.
[Em] Secular cause of being straight, Simpson [C] bailing silently, mama chill, thug livin', pay the
[Bm] bills or die violently.
Clothes caskets, exposed [C] bastards, I leave em bloody.
Delivering stuff that don't let yo kids hear a nigga speak on getting money.
Ain't nothing funny, cream got a nigga seeing things, why?
[Bm] I hope to God I can fly, lethal weapon, I'm a savage, [C] still a method to my madness.
Blast niggas laugh, call em cash cabinets.
Read em a week, when I'm asleep they hail bam, lyrics leave em fail bam, clown now,
[Bm] tired of being hailed damn.
[C] Broke my heart, hope to die blind, let some pussy meet your hand, living carefree, not
a free player, haters hate me, hoping hard times never catch me slipping.
Fuck authorities, they wonder why [Bm] minorities be bitching.
We ain't having it, time to tear this shit [C] back, get em children kicked back.
Once I hit the mat, niggas will never get this shit back.
Spit it out, I'm a savage, I'm a savage, I'm a savage, I'm a savage, I'm a savage,
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_ _ _ [C] _ I'm a [G] savage, _
[Em] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [Em] _
_ I'm a _ [Bm] savage, I'm a savage, I'm a savage.
You, was part [E] of the [C] identification
Got me rushed [Am] to the station, stuck in this [C] line up
Tryin' hard to hide my face
[E] They placed a name but can't recall [C] description
I ain't [Am] did shit [Bm] officer, that bitch trippin'
Promise retaliation, they [C] plan busted
No man to be trusted, everything corrupted
Once a man touch it, count my [E] cocks
Hopin' that none of the spies bomb [C] it
That's why we bye-bye, deadly, knowin' [Bm] cops trammin'
But why, [E] why, floatin' while we floatin' on this potent [Am] red
Flossin' in the third [C] stance, puttin' [B] some stuff inside my pants
[E] Never underestimate me, play or hate me, [Am] see me in high
Show [Bm] us hollow points, shout out enemies, die
Swear [E] love, dead thugs, gettin' buried [C] in riches
Take a chance to advance, fuckin' the Morian business
[Em] Penitentiary's a possibility, bustin' freight
Wearin' rubber [Bm] so I live to fuck another day
Ain't nothin' strange, I'm [C] 25, dying to change
But still I bang, Martin, street fame _
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[Em] _ _ _ Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame
Like a veteran of the dawn, Illuminati
Comin' [Bm] to a ghetto near you, street [Em] fame
Now check this out, _ [Am] I'ma tell you like this
[Em] With the lifestyle that you livin'
_ Got you [Bm] takin' more fuckin' shorts
Than gettin' props
[C] Then that lifestyle needs to stop
Best to recognize this outlaw shit
It's only in this outlaw lifestyle can you truly come
[Bm] To [E] see what this life's supposed to [Bm] be like
[C] Nigga, you start to see riches, firefighters, and hittin' switches
[E] Jesus, [C] to me that shit [Am] sounds amazing
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