Die Famous (Edited)-Lil Zane

Album by: Young World: The Future Artist by: Lil Zane What will it take for you to notice me It＇s like i＇m not here Do you see us can you see us down here We have a bad habit of lookin over people But this time i＇m gon＇ die famous and everybody gon＇ know [verse 1] I＇m just a skinny ni**a tryin to get bigger and grow stronger And the lust to live plush and cant wait no longer Sick of seein moms workin Comin home back hurtin Cryin on my shoulder cuz the jobs workin her over More time everyday But just the boss wont promote her He＇s racist she say and assaultin in some way Gon＇ see him on his ? Playa let him know You f**ks wit moms no mo＇ when i drive the 44 When the headlines read Boys last heart was his mind for greed And he＇ll probly get the chair for good reason it＇s me Tell the judge my excuses for the crimes i＇ve committed I was high when i did it Worked a pound of jays herb In the heat of the night My mind clicked up on some other sh*t Something they write Met in the parking lot He was comin out his parking spot Bet nobody see it out there It stay dark alot Went for the handle but the door was locked At the same time Cockin the glock kickin the cardoor Maybe not hold up Wait a minute This rap game just got in it And plus game i＇m sayin two times The world＇ll be mine Chorus: lil＇ zane Gonna be famous, hard to be nameless Niggas gotta die to be famous If i die famous, hard to explain this I live a life to die famous [verse 2] Hustle money by bloods,crypts,and drug dealers It＇s all love wit us Just expect to catch slugs ni**a I hang wit cut throat niggas That＇ll choke yo niggas Tie you up and rope yo niggas For rap or for d**e baby When i was young couldn＇t picture bein broke baby Then f**kin wit them d**e boys Had me low crazy You know it＇s crucial when i＇m sellin to my folk figure D**e fiends mixed genes Puffin on a roll of smoke And i ain＇t grown Left this lil ni**a all alone Now as ni**a grown Then had a game that you passed on Guess how many niggas ive passed gone Niggas in the system now Ho＇s wantin me to hit it But i＇m pissin now They got me wild I know the style, but respect my life style It isn＇t fair, before i＇m legal i＇ll be a millionaire Chorus 2x＇s [verse 3] Well this morning i saw the news flash, pressure unpoured The judge gave a ni**a life cuz the boy shot up the court Witness we die for niggas Pullin triggas for a livin And we takin any and everything that we wasnt given Cuz hard times, keep a ni**a keep writin hard rhymes Stash 9＇s run up in a ni**a ain＇t scared to squeeze mines Freeze time, when i stop your heart Cuz the slugs that i＇m spittin is the spot that could stop I die famous, you be the ni**a i shot But still nameless, cuz they cant figure the plot My crew stainless, and we aint hailin no pot And ain＇t nobody gettin bigger than the niggas we got We worldwide, but we ride for a nation of thugs We burnin heaters if you cheat us Dudes workin the slugs And get the sex baby Cuz i＇m addicted to fame You make me push just by screamin my name And when i die i die famous Chorus (yes!) Chorus (why do we have to die) Chorus (i know alot of times) (we go unnoticed) (they act like they dont love us) (but i love you thats all that counts) Chorus (we love you thats all that counts) (it＇s hard to explain why we die famous) (but we do it baby) (c＇mon) Chorus Chorus (boy we gotta get noticed) (we go to school but you dont see that) (we live but you dont see that) (this is how we know) (this is you＇ll see) Young world baby We tired of goin unnamed We tired of goin unnoticed We＇ve lived in the ghetto for years now We movin to the hills ni**a C＇mon Bringin wood to the hood Y＇all know what it is Young world I put my life on the line for y＇all I love y＇all It dont matter how hard it get Know matter how hard you try You keep tryin ni**a Ni**a the world is yours