U's a Lame

So, what is all the fame to me?
You's a la-, you's a la
You's a lame to me
So, what is all the fame to me?
You's a la-, la-,la-, lame to me

So, what is all the fame to me?
You's a la-, you's a la
You's a lame to me
So, what is all the fame to me?
You's a la-, la-,la-, lame to me

Aye forget about the fame
The poor boy in the game
So, just as my name, won't
A single thing change but
My change
My swagger and my style out
The frame
Plus my shows so insane
They go crazy, I'm the main act
If I ain't, that ain't where I'm at
That's a fact
So my pockets gon' be fat
But, I'm slim
However, not the same below
The rim
More like a rosewood then round
Like the brim of a hat
Hugh? How he did that?
Went from one rhyme to another
Then came back, never wack
Aka a lame never that
Matter fact, you can have the fame
While I stack, so I'll stack

So, what is all the fame to me?
You's a la-, you's a la
You's a lame to me
So, what is all the fame to me?
You's a la-, la-,la-, lame to me

So, what is all the fame to me?
You's a la-, you's a la
You's a lame to me
So, what is all the fame to me?
You's a la-, la-,la-, lame to me

Ain't worried about the clappin
Ain't worried about the trappin
Don't worry about the rappin
I got that, that's why I'm rappin
I'm bout stacks and major stackin
No tellin how long they'll stack and
I never slack in what I do
That's the difference between me
And you if you do
Do what I do to major moves
Bust a move
Otherwise, get your U-haul
And, move out my way
I own this, you rent this
Ain't no way you finna stay
And try to stop all this money
I'll make for your sake
Eat a slice for' I eat all the cake
And the steak
My bad if your real estate up for
Stake, you the bait
Or should I say prey, no matter
To me so you debate

So, what is all the fame to me?
You's a la-, you's a la-
You's a lame to me
So, what is all the fame to me?
You's a la-, la-,la-, lame to me

So, what is all the fame to me?
You's a la-, you's a la-
You's a lame to me
So, what is all the fame to me?
You's a la-, la-,la-, lame to me

I'm puttin suckas to shame
My hustlin spirit the blame
And Uncle Sam is my name
I'm gettin mine in the game
It's a game
I'm winning but you need quarters
To play, I don't play
Yet I score plays so good even on
The baddest days
This is my sport so I got the
Highlights of the day
This is the Chronic, I make the beats
I'm Dr. Dre
But, I ain't low riding cause I'm
Shining from gettin paid
What else can I say cause the
Bootleggers, I get'em paid

So, what is all the fame to me?
You's a la-, you's a la-
You's a lame to me
So, what is all the fame to me?
You's a la-, la-,la-, lame to me

So, what is all the fame to me?
You's a la-, you's a la-
You's a lame to me
So, what is all the fame to me?
You's a la-, la-,la-, lame to me



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Writer(s): Keith Wilson
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