Fame, I'm the man that takes things over 

Fame makes me loose, hard to swallow 

Fame puts me there where things are hollow 

Fame 

Fame 

It's not your brain, it's just the flame 

The bitch is gonna get your ends 

SLAIN! 

(You know I need the money, I will get the money 

Cos I need the cash, hey c'mon gotta get it) 

(You know I need the money, I will get the money 

Cos I need the cash, hey c'mon gotta get it) 

Chorus: RC 

Fame, what you like is in the limo 

Fame, take it now there's no tomorrow 

Fame, what you need you'll have to borrow 

Fame 

Fame 

Nine is fine, it plays for time 

I'ma lemme hit you from be-hind 

Fame, Fame 

Fame 

A bullet for me, I bust it for you 

I love it when you grab my gun 

Fame 

Fame, what's your name? What's your name? What's your name? 

Say my name? Say my name? Say my name? 

[King Tee] 

The world's famous, rugged with the superstar persona 

Rough designer, the chubby alcoholic rhymer 

Big timer, I'm known in places I haven't even been 

Executed styles behind men 

Oh God, I preach that old Hudd City gospel 

My look's hostile, hittin Remy from the bottle 

The fame is like I'm possessed wit game 

And everywhere I go, hos screamin my name 

But I'm rollin, not that my bald head's swollen 

I'm towin, ya fixed up, they'd rather see ya broken 

I'm scopin often where the spotlights shine 

Me and my crew drinkin tryin ta have a good time 

But folks watchin, wearin khakis or Versace 

They try to mack me, caught up in the papparazzi 

I'ma look what the hogg had become 

A top notch nigga with the fame game 

Outro: RC 

Is it any wonder, I'll reject ya first 

Fame Fame Fame Fame 

Is it any wonder, your heart's too cold to fool