2Pac, Spice 1, Kokane, Outlawz - Fortune & Fame (Original Version) lyrics

And my niggas say, we want the fame! C'mon

One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame

Though we exist to breed
Some believe currency comes to G's
Stress is half the battle
With success comes greed
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 to gain
Lost souls? Who controls our brain?
Who can I blame? The world
Seems strange at times somewhat insane
I'm hopin' we can change with time
I'm livin' blinded
Searchin' for refinement curse
I know, death follows me
But I'll 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, toast with crystal, glasses
We mash on them jealous bastards
With my ski mask
I'm the first one to want him blasted
Wrapped in plastic
Bullshittin' got his ass hit (Outlawz)
Ain't nothing left now
Treated like a stepchild was not for me
Nothing but busters and bitches
Be rockin' beats, fake in fame
(Fuck 'em all)

Something thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
Something thing we all adore
Something we dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame

Double up nigga double up
It’s my cell nigga, it's my cell
Ha ha hah yeah
Oh yeah you got that chicken, nigga?
Eh do, how that shit hook up
Though how that shit hook up?
Can I get some?

I love that ghetto shit (That ghetto shit)
I love that 2Pac shit (2Pac shit)
I'm that nigga out yo' window eating
Chicken out yo' caddy shit (shittt)
We write this song to
Make you kill motherfuckers (Fuckers)
Smash motherfuckers (Fuckers)
Just to see ya cluck clucka (Clucka)
I'm not just a rapper I'm a dope dealer
(Dope man)
And I Ignorant motherfucker spray cap peeler
(Cap peeler) it's like bass
(bass) How low can you go? (Go, go, go)
I'll have to move my yay across San Di ya yo
(Ya yo baby)
Westcoast, tax free, money is a bitch
(beotch) these out of state niggas get
Mad 'cause we rich (Hahaha, richhh)
Pick up a super chicken bac-ca
(Bac-ca, bac-ca)
He said selling 28 and a hundred by mail

For the fame (Fame) The notoriety
To be well-known (Well-known) in this society
To have everybody eyeing me
'Cause when I rise up my block mane
My cost is to floss
I'm making up for all the times
That I floss to be lost (Floss to be lost)
I scream (Scream) 'til I was lost forever
Nobody came (Fame) so on this day forth
I'ma die for the fortune and fame (Fame)
Been on my name
(Fame) where were all these years
That I walk this earth went for all mine
(We search for fame) especially
Been cautious since birth
Remain the same, since the day I came
(Fame) , will never change
Even though I live my life hellishly
(Fame) for all this fame (Fame)

Block fronters shoot slugs we throw
'em back like hardballs without the gloves
No love for these fake desperadoes and thugs
(Ha ha ha) i bleed to envy
Smoke and blow out they blunts sipping Henny
Drunk nights And high days
Cocking my heat shooting it sideways
A life on the run (Ayy look out, look out)
Full of common blunts unconditionally
Married to my gun
Fulfillin' my destiny for needs
And ones desires
Be pulling all my cabbage like pliers
Stuck in the trance searching
For something higher than fortune and fame
Hahaha

Something we all adore
Something we dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
Something we all adore
Something we dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame

I don't want to live forever, it's do or die
I'd be a dead nigga talking gangsta SPI
Niggas don't want me to be up
In they system when I'm deceased
Talk shit about when I'm up in the
Coffin nigga you'll rest in peace
(Well alright)
Motherfucker, I die for this shit
I got a lot ridin'
Some niggas be backslidin'
Some niggas fall off and go into hidin'
Some niggas be players up in
The game five years
Some niggas be making one platinum album
Then be gettin' disrespecting OG peers
Motherfucking hard since I was fo-teen
Partners (Fo-teen partna)
Some niggas be laying up in them streets
Broke 'em off somethin' proper
Haters may try to take your
Soul cold hearted ass niggas
Gotta ride with two twin Glocks
Gotta sleep fingers on triggers
Niggas don't want to see you have nothing
So have something
And if a nigga run up on you
Put a slug and get to dumping nigga fame

Something we all adore
Something we dying for
Stuck in this pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
Something we all adore
Something we dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game

Nothing but pain stuck in this gaaaaaame