Fame, doin' it for the fame The fame, fame Cause we wanna live the life Of the rich and famous Cause we gotta taste for champagne And endless fortune All we care about is Fame, fame baby We live for the fame, fame baby

I will not change for shit, I got my name from this Screamin' out gang gang gang gang gang I do this shit for the gang I didn't get in this for fame Nigga ain't takin' my chain I'ma stand firm with my name They say you get money, you change I got the

Four gold chains, gave two to my brothers (two to my brothers) Fame bring pain, but the pain make money (pain make money) Keep it one hunnit, baby girl, what's your number? (Girl, what's your number?) Girls numb the pain and the drugs get me numb-er

In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt) Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi') Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit) Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah) Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)

I'd give it all up baby I'm falling (yeah) Trade in the world to show, I'm falling, Don't need the fame or money As long as I got you girl Oh oh oh yeah yeah Take that chance on love (yeah yeah) Now I can't predict what the future holds But I'll fight

Bring your love baby I could bring my shame Bring the drugs baby I could bring my pain Bring the cups baby I could bring the drink Bring your body baby I could bring you fame And that's my motherfucking words too Listen ma I'll give you all I got Listen

Ragamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame Mr. Marley, them know your name With the forklift on the night shift on the Zion Train Babylon by bus or Babylon by plane Whether the confrontation or the uprising All nation a bow just to hear him sing, say When