Believe Me Fame
| Title | Believe Me Fame |
|---|---|
| Artist | A-G-2-a-Ke |
| Album | Mil-Ticket |
| Release Date | 1998-08-28 |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | [G-Mone] Finally motherfucking nationwide, show me your true homies Where the love be, posted at the club handing out c.d.'s Can you believe these hoes, write dreams on loose leaf and roll Beaming for position to figured the dark to spark and playa you need not vision So many homies is missing, tripping There's too many of my guys anticipating, sitting in prison Waiting for a visit, as I'm sitting I wish you could hit this St. Pauly girl with the lemon twist, knee high power in a high tower Handling bidness shit, ain't never met a nigga like this Happy we family, affiliated with players pimps hustlers in reality Macking to drop, and in they face cause I like to rap a fucking lot Wrapping rubber bands around a knot, stacking for bigger plans won't stop Don't understand how you lose your life, with two bucks in the grand By a trigger with a itchy hand, fucking up future plans Smoking a Newport thang, just trying to maintain It's all the same, call me homie if you got some drama mayn and need some energy [Chorus - 2x] Believe me fame Won't see me on TV, talking bout he changed Since G hopped in the mist of thangs Why jealous, he mad at me I'm trying to get just change the game, drive a nigga insane see Explain we simple and plain, homie if you need me [G-Mone] Come and holla at G, M-O-N-E Better ask em though, why no why that ain't me I replied G-2-A-KE be deep if I fall, I know that my dogs gon' catch me Jack these, but in any type of sit-i-ation try to get messy They dugging you in the hall, thanks 'fore you can test my testes Ay peep dog keep stuck in the wall after the brawl jamming, hoping you rest we See there's no reason for me to stop being me, the way some niggas though They shoot you away bro, mad at me cause I'm looking for longevity Pimp I hear ya, if you blink now your vision might get clearer Peace to F-A-C-E, a real nigga Want us to put it down, take a trip to H-Town In the Rap-A-Lot building in Lil' J office, beating around surround sound 88 keep the windows ready to break, with the bass on I can feel it vibrate so how long will it take, for me to make the bomb no hesitation To other thangs, all the haters is still the same So call me homie if you got some drama mayn, while you maintain You might also like[Chorus - 2x] [G-Mone] Homie love when you figure, hear they dumping nigga I'ma deliver some'ing fuck it, fucking with my guidance Wanna see how the river dumping Make you lose some'ing for the crews fronting, bumping at the gums Cause niggas like y'all coming out, get to buck and twist ya and then be on the run And never mention that I got ya, did I miss ya Nobody knows that I got the mack to bust, cause I fixed ya To the pound nigga, I got your back and you got mine Let's split a light to the fullest, fuck proof for a bullet Let's kick it with the crew, and do what the fuck we wanna do No ID so you know do you know who's, trying to sweat and blocking me Cut my dub turn that motherfucking light off, and let me in the club Can't change, smoking a black and mild to maintain Simple and plain, I'm still the same Call me homie, if you got some drama mayn [Chorus - 3x] (*talking*) Won't change a damn thing niggas It's all real, take this shit and ride on out |