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YOUNG JEEZY lyrics : "F.A.M.E."

(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League?)
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
F-ck these haters, I'd kill 'em 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 disaster

F-ck you 'plainin' 'bout? It ain't like you got cancer
Do it for my ^!$$%s on the block that got it worse
First the love, then the hate, that just a trap ^!$$%'s curse

I betcha feel like the whole world hatin' on you
But what's the holdup? The whole world waitin' on you
(The fame?)

I wake up and feel empty
%#@! make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me

Fake motherf-ckers envy
(The fame?)
I wake up and feel empty

%#@! make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake mother$#&@ers 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 motherf-cker, we on
Pardon me, ^!$$%, do you see this view?
See Ruth's Chris from here, what the f-ck's wrong wit' you

Lookin' at my Rollie, yeah, it's almost seven
Bill Gates state of mind wit' a automatic weapon
You might 'member 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 ^!$$%s keys open up doors

?Oh, we don't f-ck wit' Young no mo'? Why not?
The only thing I can figure, 'cause he on top
(The fame?)

I wake up and feel empty
%#@! make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me

Fake mother$#&@ers envy
(The fame?)
I wake up and feel empty

%#@! make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake mother$#&@ers envy

(The fame?)
[Verse 3: T.I.]

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