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