Nothing To Prove [Verse: Ken Masters] Ahaha Yo Now Let The Kids Grill At The Rider`s Ride (Ride) We Spending All Day, These Niggas Idolize (Aha) They Claim They Want Fame
duh check it out At this, got it fired up, choppers in the back of the truck About to light the nigga crib up Bang bang shoot 'em up claim fame Got a
'T ARRIVED! STARS ON 45!! I KEEP MY POCKETS LINED! WE ALL WANT FAME: WHIP ROUND AND TELL ALL THE OTHERS: LET'S GET SOME FAME: FOR MY BROTHERS: AND WHAT
Toast of the town Everyone stops when you come around They hold their breath for you Heroes are born, idols are made We're all fools for this factory fame
Fame, a dream put off for the family's needs He puts in eight down at the factory When he gets home his feet are tired If he had his way he'd been a workin
sneaker pimps Politics of them sneaker pimps Politics of them sneaker pimps Been paid since the 8th grade 11th grader, pop the champagne 12th grade start the campaign Gettin' fame
floor of the factory Peeping at the girls while they?re taking a pee Smokin? Afghani dreaming up band names Driving to Toronto gonna get piece of naked fame
ain't nobody out here stoppin love cause we was 12 years old in the Cotton Club, poppin Bub so Hall of Fame without the fortune, Goddamn you wrong Killa
Zipo... I got ya homie [Verse 1:] No mo jose no mo rosie They locked my dog up and that ain't ro-zay All he wanted was the fame make it last forever
shoes Genocide energy Gentrified gin and juice Slave trade banks Rape-based internet movies What's a simple straight-laced human to do With a strange fate twist and fame
playin path war Mushrooms in the blood water mega pluggin some bad thought I'm come across laws fillin stop ma blinded Light weight duct tape get it at the fuck factory
Saving a nice old man and his wife When their house is filled with flames Earning him honor and fame Jacques Lamure is a foreman at a clock factory
of peace, understanding and love? Through the biggest metropolis and the smallest villages with true diligence and independent businesses. This she is not like that she that you see everyday on Fame Factory
There are people in this country who work hard every day Not for fame or fortune do they strive But the fruits of their labor are worth more than their
guess my mind was probably on my rent Oh I got my mind on my tummy, and my tummy on my mind Some assembly required, let me run it down the line The factory
) yeah but why try, i'm so groggy, the mach nine valentine aint for everybody, but i will say this to yall that used your fifteen of fame, to mention
Fame...A dream put off for the familys needs he puts in 8 down at the factory when he gets home his feet are tired if he had his way he'd been a workin