ฟังเพลงReachin' for Fame

Reachin' for Fame - Brotha Lynch Hung

Yeh yeh

Back at that a** once again

Had to do it

B**ch niggaz in the town

You know sayin'

Tell 'em what I know

Know what I know

Word on the streets is

Don't quit you day job

I own spots while you won't

Even get to own a spot

I'm unconcious sippin'

On that sugary Saint I-des

Your raps need that Midas

Touch while mines rhymes

It's suicide f**kin' wit me believe it

I'll tuck the fifty cal now cause

Some niggaz tried to get me

Split me in half like a joint b**ch

I had it crackin'

Slugs went flyin' through you window

Ni**a I'm the captain

You just rappin' to get by

Might have to get to wrapped in a 6-5

Might have to get that truckin'

And get locked

Ni**a you taste good like sour

Cream and chives over potatoes

I'm a tornado you just a puddle

A poodle talkin' sh*t 'bout to

Get one put in you noodle

Biotch you got the nuts to

Be attackin' back at me

My chap I'm strapped have the fifty

Pound metal in the back seat

And it's all legal got me dumpin'

At you Regal wid the do dirty

Gotta get mine done no matter who hurt me

Every b**ch I got I got the key to the spot

Better hide yo b**ch before

I get the key to your spot

Stand right over you bed wid yo glock

Put one right in you head you whole cake

You ain't even gon' play my

Sh*t rock up just like coc*ine

You a no name I'm preachin'

You still reachin' for fame

Same old sh*t but a different day

Back at these niggaz

Like boomerangs

Ni**a wanna come

Around and do my thang

Bangin' these niggaz

For the dead issues

Call the paramedics to get you

Not f**kin' wid me in this lifetime

Not thinkin' in my right mind

Like Mike Tyson when it's my time

Got these niggaz hollerin' woof

Baby you ain't hard as

Hundred proof

My fellow you just a ni**a

That won't fit in a puddle

Piece a sh*t nut ridin'

Get your a** outta hidin'

Dip on 21st street ridin' there

Won't be a survivor

You a** ain't no McGuyver

You done say the wrong thangs

The method that I got to give 'em

Bustin' out some teeth to say the less

You can save the rest for later

I mean I'm way to major

Like E-major ni**a

You claimin' my game but

You ain't nothin' but a hater

So when I pull out my tool scram

You riddled drain eggs and

Ham you in the fryin' pan

The way I reach out and snap

A ni**a like a rubber band

Oh no there goes another man tryna

F**k wid the Siccmade fam

Uh Uh again

God damn

These niggaz talk alot of sh*t but

Don't really know about C-O

That sneaky motherf**ka

Hit you a** like you P-O

When you least expect it with

The cold Smith and Wesson

Have my b**ch set you up at

The telly get you undressin'

Then it's lights camera

Action my pistol's blastin'

You night went from cashin'

To missin' fractions

But sh*t do happen

So you shoulda been ready

Instead of doin' all that yappin'

Shoulda copped you somethin' heavy

We deadly like rattlesnake bites

Y'all the taddlin' type

Deal wit my pain and probably rattle you life

So instead of worryin'

About ours you need to see

What's the matter wit you life

What's the matter wit you life boy

You can't get it right

What's the matter wit you life boy

You can't get a life

Then spark it up this hitter

Does so you can't get no ice

So now you wanna hold a grudge wid

Niggaz like us

Beause we move sh*t like drugs where

Y'all stayin' and cus

And talk about the same sh*t all day

And us we on the next page and

After that the next page

So try again the next day

If you can't fade us today

Practice makes perfect lil'

Guy stay in you place

I'm a Southside rider

Funk provider

Leave you in the trunk tied up

Punk you lied to us

Just to tryna glock wid us get

A piece of the pie wid us

We too O-G I don't f**k

Wid them mics cuz

I'm diggy down it will take

Plots to get me now

And I got the fifty thou

Wanna bet you not get me pow

I'm the threat starter fire starter

Put a hole in you Starter

And you couldn't find me

Cause it's time for departure

Tryna get you CD's out

I know it start you

Blame it on me I got heat

I leave you scortched up

I'm on the porch and nuttin' up

Southside keep locked

Where the G's knock niggaz

Out for f**kin' up we tuck 'em up

Me and C-O and Tall Can

You can't f**k wid us

We somethin' rough you niggaz

Be punkin' up we got pumps and stuff

All up in the trunk and stuff

We be waitin' for attack

Get me sprayin' on you pack

And now you layin' on you back

You ain't payin' all you rap taxes

Institute of malpractice

I put you raps in a casket you half plastic

Patty mealed a** ni**a put you

Raps in the thrashbin'

You clashin' wid the Burbank

Titan fasten you seatbelts

I'm bout to make you meat melt

That beer breath spittin' meat

Chunks at you wig punk

I fear less rather hear less

You niggaz is tryna pay less

I make you days less trippin'

On the famous tryna get famous

Ni**a please

Ain't nobody f**kin' wit me

This side of the city

Northside gangsta ride turn

You liars to sissies

You ain't bangin' sh*t so miss

Me wid you b******t comment

You know me I w*****p drama

That was a curse from my momma

So if you wanna bring it here boy

Northgate in El camino

I'm right here boy

All day long all night strong

We be runnin' the North

And I can have niggaz from your hood

Run on you porch

You little cowards keep the gun in you shorts

We keep the blunts and the

Ports to blaze up

After you spirit raise up you still

Think you can rap you need

To give them days up

It's gonna cost you you cap takin'

Cheap shots at us

So cuz toss me the strap

And put these streets on hush

Because they full of wack niggaz

And they speak too much

And now we can't have that

Because we G too much

So I'ma end it on this fact ni**a'll

Bleed too much

You keep talkin'