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Fame, I'm the man that takes things over |
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Fame makes me loose, hard to swallow |
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Fame puts me there where things are hollow |
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Fame |
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Fame |
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It's not your brain, it's just the flame |
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The bitch is gonna get your ends |
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SLAIN! |
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(You know I need the money, I will get the money |
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Cos I need the cash, hey c'mon gotta get it) |
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(You know I need the money, I will get the money |
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Cos I need the cash, hey c'mon gotta get it) |
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Chorus: RC |
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Fame, what you like is in the limo |
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Fame, take it now there's no tomorrow |
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Fame, what you need you'll have to borrow |
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Fame |
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Fame |
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Nine is fine, it plays for time |
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I'ma lemme hit you from be-hind |
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Fame, Fame |
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Fame |
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A bullet for me, I bust it for you |
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I love it when you grab my gun |
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Fame |
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Fame, what's your name? What's your name? What's your name? |
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Say my name? Say my name? Say my name? |
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(King Tee) |
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The world's famous, rugged with the superstar persona |
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Rough designer, the chubby alcoholic rhymer |
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Big timer, I'm known in places I haven't even been |
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Executed styles behind men |
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Oh God, I preach that old Hudd City gospel |
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My look's hostile, hittin Remy from the bottle |
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The fame is like I'm possessed wit game |
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And everywhere I go, hos screamin my name |
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But I'm rollin, not that my bald head's swollen |
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I'm towin, ya fixed up, they'd rather see ya broken |
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I'm scopin often where the spotlights shine |
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Me and my crew drinkin tryin ta have a good time |
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But folks watchin, wearin khakis or Versace |
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They try to mack me, caught up in the papparazzi |
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I'ma look what the hogg had become |
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A top notch nigga with the fame game |
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Outro: RC |
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Is it any wonder, I'll reject ya first |
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Fame Fame Fame Fame |
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Is it any wonder, your heart's too cold to fool |
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Fame Fame Fame Fame |
