Chorus:
(Caliber) Who the fuck ya want? IN-FA-MOUS,
And who the fuck ya need? IN-FA-MOUS,
And who's gon' bleed all ya lames?
Cuz none of ya niggas can FUCK WIT FAME
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Fame:
Yo who's the best lyricist since Pun ain't around?,
Well you about to change your mind, I ain't fuckin' around,
Frontin' like you ain't lovin' the sound,
But you can't stop your head from noddin' or your feet from thumpin' the ground,
Look at the volume, notice how you bumpin' it now,
You didn't like the shit before, but you lovin' it now,
Ground Zero, but don't think we tumblin' down,
It just means I got zero tolerance, and I leave you under the ground,
Why everybody claimin' that they stabbin' it out?,
And how they empty out clips when they clappin' it out,
If you ain't livin' than what you rappin about?,
The next time you spit, you wipe it up and stick it back in your mouth,
You just think of somethin' hard, and start actin' it out,
But when you see Fame, you quick to run back in your house,
I'm like, aight bitch, you got lucky today,
But why them pussy niggas always got somethin' to say?,
And why lames wit fine girls keep fuckin' wit Fame?,
Don't you know I'd bag your bitch on my bummiest day?,
Make you go down south, but don't get it confused,
Next day on the news they find her chopped and screwed,
Then you take your own life, so I win you loose,
Ladies, before you get this shit all misconstrued,
Get your panties bunch, start freakin' for no reason,
Just know this shit was hypothetically speakin',
I'm a little crazy, but that's just the way that I feel,
Cuz the industry's backwards, I'm just keepin it real,
How a nigga wit skills still waitin' on some deal,
When a nigga wit a deal is still waitin' on some skill,
Only thing on the radio is women and wheels,
It's like real life shit doesn't even appeal,
Eyes open but it's sad to look,
Cuz now a days you just need a catchy beat and an OK hook,
It don't matter who you are, you be stackin' books,
Just say that you sell coke, whether bagged or cooked,
How you grew up fucked up cuz your dads a crook,
And how you go to any hood and have the gangstas shook,
Take a look at what this game's become, it's sleazy,
These fans believe anything they see on TV,
If I'ma change this game, it won't be easy,
But right now believe me, you motherfuckas need me...

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