Ghetto Star lyrics

by

Outlawz


[Intro: 2Pac]
Haha
For all my n*ggas in the hood (yeah!)
Livin' the life of a ghetto star
(you know) You know how we do it hahaha
Makaveli

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Just holla my name and witness game official
n*ggas is so ashamed they stand stiff like scared b*tches
While I remain inside a paradox called my block
Though gunshots is promised to me, when will I stop?
I hit the weed and hope to God I can fly high
Witness my enemies die when I ride by
They shouldn't have tried me
I send they bodies to they parents up North
With they faces, they wrists, and they nuts cut off
f*ck 'em all what I scream as I dream in tongues
f*ck a trick, get me rich and the b*tches'll come
Bust my gun, make 'em all scatter
Bullets to my nuts only made my balls fatter
Eat a di*k, biyotch mercy, never that, you say you comin' back?
Bring it on, forever strapped
Introduce you to the pleasure and the pain, you can go so far
Just sell me your soul, and live the life (of a ghetto star)
[Verse 2: Nutt-So]
I live the life of a thug n*gga, drug dealer livin' game tight
Mug n*ggas, slug n*ggas for the fame life
Laced with game, practice on takin' pain
Quick to slang, and let it rain through yo' brain
Street smart, proficient, intelligent
And keep suckers hittin' 'til snitches start smellin' it
Movin' n*ggas with telekinesis
Keepin' Channel 7 at work, filmin' different features
Leadin' n*ggas to an early death with they head blown
And to those who didn't make it to the morgue was just dead and gone
And hope n*ggas got punished
Kidnapped, jacked in the back with MAC's to they neck, rappers waitin' to get done in
Back tat at him we tossed his ass out
M.O.B. related, one mo' n*gga found shot up with his di*k in his mouth
Printed my name in these streets as a motherf*ckin' G
Now the next generation's lookin' up to me, life as a ghetto star

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Walkin' through the cemetery, talkin' to my homies that was buried
See my enemies wanna see me dead, I ain't worried, forgive me
Please give me shelter, calm my fears
Lifted my head, from my hands, had a palm of tears
I see bodies gettin' splashed, with acid
Two shots rang from the plastic Glock, wrapped in plastic
Buried the bast*rd, time to notify
His family, sh*t!, ain't nothing left to be identified
Evacuate the crime scene fast
Why, I heard the Feds had a warrant for my ass
Fly, I won't touch down 'til I see Tijuana
Set up a shop selling them crooked cops marijuana
Label me a success, I made the switch
Retired from the life that never gave me sh*t
But cash that I couldn't spend, countless cars
An addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star
[Verse 4: Nutt-So]
Got the word that some nerds wanna plot on this
Hit the curve, let it swerve, had to stop they grip
No remorse, no repentance as I buck one down
Straight to the morgue cause I plan on, shuttin' sh*t down
Born soldier, f*cked 'em up with a MAC-fo'
Torn ligaments, all up in that n*gga shoulder
And a vest couldn't protect that flesh
Cause I got, slugs, to knock the air out your chest
Death, apparently they wasn't sucka free
Cause I had all them wannabe thug n*ggas in protective custody
I guess they heard that I got them birds
Thought I was a nerd 'til I bucked one of them to the curb
Luxury livin' lavish, with dreams of dyin' rich
With a team and clientele on my mothaf*ckin' di*k
And gettin' down on these snitch b*tches, protectin' riches
By givin' stitches, the life as a ghetto star

[Interlude: 2Pac]
When I grow up I wanna be like them
My life as a ghetto star
When I grow up I wanna be like them
My life as a ghetto star
When I grow up I wanna be like them
Live my life as a ghetto star
When I grow up I wanna be like them
And live my life as a ghetto star
When I grow up I wanna be like them
Live my life as a ghetto star
When I grow up I wanna be like them
And live my life as a ghetto star
[Outro: 2Pac w/ Nutt-So talking in background]
This goes out to all you motherf*ckers (to all you motherf*ckers)
That STILL, have to kill to make that money (still, I'll be puttin' down)
All you n*ggas on the block, sellin' rocks
Hand to hand, runnin' from the police (sellin' motherf*ckin' dopes)
(smokin' weed)
I see you
Live your life as a ghetto star
(look at these tramp ass hoes) Talk to the hood
Claimin' gettin' riches
(spank b*tches ain't new)
Runnin' from new playa haters. (any fake ass n*ggas)
Live my life as a ghetto star
(this is still 70 south)
n*ggas with two strikes that don't wanna see the third (nah), I feel you
It's the Don Makaveli - live my life as a ghetto star
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