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YOUNG JEEZY - F.A.M.E. feat T.I. Lyrics

(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. LeagueÂ…)

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
F-ck these haters, I’d kill ‘em all if I could
AinÂ’t scared of none of yÂ’all, so you know my aim good
Blowin bin Ladie in my Porsche 911
Just left Ground Zero, on my way to kush heaven
CanÂ’t slow down, too much evil in my rear view
Sometimes you wanna scream to God, but he canÂ’t hear you
And even if you did, thisÂ’ll probably be disaster
F-ck you ‘plainin’ ’bout? It ain’t like you got cancer
Do it for my niggas on the block that got it worse
First the love, then the hate, that just a trap niggaÂ’s curse
I betcha feel like the whole world hatinÂ’ on you
But whatÂ’s the holdup? The whole world waitinÂ’ on you

(The fameÂ…)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock Â’til itÂ’s empty
IÂ’m already standinÂ’ on the edge, so donÂ’t tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy

(The fameÂ…)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock Â’til itÂ’s empty
IÂ’m already standinÂ’ on the edge, so donÂ’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
You mean to tell me from runninÂ’ my big mouth
That I could chill here in this big penthouse
All elevatorÂ’d up, black hardwood floors
Just to sit around and feel like it ainÂ’t yours
Your conscience gotcha feelinÂ’ like you done somethinÂ’ wrong
But the flatscreen say motherf-cker, we on
Pardon me, nigga, do you see this view?
See RuthÂ’s Chris from here, what the f-ckÂ’s wrong witÂ’ you
LookinÂ’ at my Rollie, yeah, itÂ’s almost seven
Bill Gates state of mind witÂ’ a automatic weapon
You might ‘member from puttin’ on for the city
Or back when it was on two, goinÂ’ for the fitty
Opened up a few squares, opened up a few tours
Just to show niggas keys open up doors
“Oh, we don’t f-ck wit’ Young no mo’” Why not?
The only thing I can figure, Â’cause he on top

(The fameÂ…)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock Â’til itÂ’s empty
IÂ’m already standinÂ’ on the edge, so donÂ’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy

(The fameÂ…)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock Â’til itÂ’s empty
IÂ’m already standinÂ’ on the edge, so donÂ’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy

(The fameÂ…)

[Verse 3: T.I.]
What up, world? Long time, huh?
Hey, look

Lately, I been off and out of sight, seldom out of mind
Ay, getcha bidneÂ’ right, and stay the hell up out of mind
I’m out my mind, tryin’ to fix it ‘fore I’m out of time
DonÂ’t worry Â’bout me, God got me, bruh, IÂ’m doinÂ’ fine
Another year in prison, promise this is it for me
Tryna make it through the storm, should be makinÂ’ history
No feelinÂ’ sorry for me, keep ya pity and ya sympathy
Good or bad, take it like a man, whatever meant for me
How I did it make ‘em hate my spirit, they wish they could kill it
And theyÂ’ll take it however they can get it
Wanna see me fulla misery, walkinÂ’ witÂ’ my head down
“Let’s decapitate ‘im, then we’ll see if he can wear his crown!”

(The fameÂ…)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock Â’til itÂ’s empty
IÂ’m already standinÂ’ on the edge, so donÂ’t tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy

(The fameÂ…)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock Â’til itÂ’s empty
IÂ’m already standinÂ’ on the edge, so donÂ’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy

(The fameÂ…)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock Â’til itÂ’s empty
IÂ’m already standinÂ’ on the edge, so donÂ’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy

(The fameÂ…) I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock Â’til itÂ’s empty
IÂ’m already standinÂ’ on the edge, so donÂ’t tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy

(The fameÂ…)




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