F.a.m.e. Lyrics

Young Jeezy

(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. LeagueaƒÂ¢a¢Â‚¬a‚¦)

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Fuck these haters, I'd kill aƒÂ¢a¢Â‚¬a‹Âœem all if I could
Ain't scared of none of y'all, so you know my aim good
Blowin bin Ladie in my Porsche 911
Just left Ground Zero, on my way to kush heaven
Can't slow down, too much evil in my rear view
Sometimes you wanna scream to God, but he can't hear you
And even if you did, this'll probably be his answer
Fuck you aƒÂ¢a¢Â‚¬a‹Âœplainin' '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 nigga's curse
I betcha feel like the whole world hatin' on you
But what's the holdup? The whole world waitin' on you

(The fameaƒÂ¢a¢Â‚¬a‚¦)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy
(The fameaƒÂ¢a¢Â‚¬a‚¦)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
You mean to tell me from runnin' my big mouth
That I could chill here in this big penthouse
All elevator'd up, black hardwood floors
Just to sit around and feel like it ain't yours
Your conscience gotcha feelin' like you done somethin' wrong
But the flatscreen say motherfucker, we on
Pardon me, nigga, do you see this view?
See Ruth's Chris from here, what the fuck's wrong wit' you
Lookin' at my Rollie, yeah, it's almost seven
Bill Gates state of mind wit' a automatic weapon
You might aƒÂ¢a¢Â‚¬a‹Âœmember from puttin' on for the city
Or back when it was on two, goin' for the fitty
Opened up a few squares, opened up a few tours
Just to show niggas keys open up doors
aƒÂ¢a¢Â‚¬a...Â'Oh, we don't fuck wit' Young no mo'aƒÂ¢a¢Â‚¬a‚Â� Why not?
The only thing I can figure, 'cause he on top

(The fameaƒÂ¢a¢Â‚¬a‚¦)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy
(The fameaƒÂ¢a¢Â‚¬a‚¦)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherfuckers tempt me

(The fameaƒÂ¢a¢Â‚¬a‚¦)

[Verse 3: T.I.]
What up, world?
(Did you miss me?)
Long time, huh?
(Stop that)
Hey, look

Lately, I been off and out of sight, seldom out of mind
Ay, getcha business' right, and stay the hell up out of mine
I'm out my mind, tryin' to fix it aƒÂ¢a¢Â‚¬a‹Âœfore I'm out of time
Don't worry 'bout me, God got me, bruh, I'm doin' fine
Another year in prison, promise this is it for me
Tryna make it through the storm, should be makin' history
No feelin' 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 aƒÂ¢a¢Â‚¬a‹Âœem hate my spirit, they wish they could kill it
And they'll take it however they can get it
Wanna see me fulla misery, walkin' wit' my head down
aƒÂ¢a¢Â‚¬a...Â'Let's decapitate him, then we'll see if he can wear his crown!aƒÂ¢a¢Â‚¬a‚Â�

(The fameaƒÂ¢a¢Â‚¬a‚¦)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy

(The fameaƒÂ¢a¢Â‚¬a‚¦)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy
(The fameaƒÂ¢a¢Â‚¬a‚¦)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy

(The fameaƒÂ¢a¢Â‚¬a‚¦) I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy
(The fameaƒÂ¢a¢Â‚¬a‚¦)