Fame Lyrics - Cats & Dogs - Evidence

I came in the game, one shot away from fame ("Fame!") 

Uh, and never changed my lane 

I came in the game, one shot away from fame 

Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame 

I pop up in my lane 

Watch how I do the same to the same knock 

So whatchu sayin? It ain't a game 

Big Ben tell the same time that the watch tell on my frame 

...Went from doin what it's doin 

To movin units like an ancient ruin who's influenced 

...The note was sent to me 

(Castles Made of Sand) fall in the sea eventually 

I'm on some hard to kick the winner route 

Everytime that I'm late, there's more to pen about 

I mean write about, thinkin 'bout movin out 

You ain't caught the kid live, then you losin out 

One thing I learn, you can't rule 'em out 

Keep the fame, I take the subduer route 

Or Slick Rick the Ruler route 

Politics and bullshit, somethin I can do without 

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I came in the game, one shot away from fame ("Fame!") 

Uh, and never changed my lane 

I came in the game, one shot away from fame 

Fame, fame, fame... 

I came in the game, one shot away from fame ("Fame!") 

Uh, and never changed my lane 

I came in the game, one shot away from fame 

Fame, fame, fame, fame... 

Fame, flush 'caine down the drain 

Laid down game, stayed out the cage 

Trey pounds that bang, Greyhounds are taken out of state 

Feds are stakin out at my estate 

Steakhouse we eat, couches is suede 

Hounds is house-trained, ounces is shaved 

Base trials is hanged, thousands are made 

Praise is downplayed, the powder is weighed (c'mon) 

Cowards is slayed, pals bought flowers to graves 

Pigs searches for houses to raid (whoa!) 

Clouded days, power's just hours away 

I'm so close, why now would I wait? (why?) 

The time is now and it's ours to waste 

Victory sweet, devour the taste 

Full-length minks is down by the waist 

Jewels niggas receive is crowns for the ways 

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Ye-yeah, uh, yo. 

Enter the game, I was 14 

Little-ass nigga with a dream to be seen on the screen 

40s' and mad weed, meth tabs and acid 

I carried my guns in school and skipped classes 

Fuckin girls backstage in the auditorium 

While you was hittin the books, I was hittin shorty up 

Lost in my own world, young-minded hoodlum 

Plottin on the fame, yeah I'mma make a name for myself 

And my team, Mobb Deep is the gang 

Fit'ta bang on ya head if you blockin the way 

To the light at the end of this black-ass tunnel 

Man I'm addicted to trouble, man I'm a whole 'nother level with drama 

Check the doppler, it's gon' rain shanks 

Dark clouds follow me everyday. 

Man I could NEVER get enough of this celebrity power 

I could NEVER get enough for the fame