Letra de F.A.M.E. (Feat. T.I.) - Young Jeezy

(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League�)

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Fuck 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 his answer
Fuck you �plainin� �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 fame�)
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 fame�)
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 �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 niggas keys open up doors
�Oh, we don�t fuck wit� Young no mo�� Why not?
The only thing I can figure, �cause he on top

(The fame�)
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
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(The fame�)
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 fame�)

[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 �fore 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 �em 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
�Let�s decapitate him, then we�ll see if he can wear his crown!�

(The fame�)
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 fame�)
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 fame�)
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 fame�) 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 fame�)