Ghetto Star Lyrics by 2Pac

(from the album Better Dayz)

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Ghetto Star Lyrics

(Haha)For all my niggas in the hood (yeah), Livin the life of a ghetto star, (You know)You know how we do, Ha ha ha Makavelli, Just holla my name And witness game official Niggas is so shame They stand stiff like scared bitches While I remain inside a paradox Gone my block Though gun shots 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'ta tried meSend they bodies to they parents up north With they faces, they wrists and they nuts cut off F**k em all what I scream as I dream in tonugesF**k a trick, get me rich and the bitches'll comeBust my gun, make 'em all scatterBullets to my nuts only made my balls fatter, eat a dick BEYOTCH!Mercy, never that, you say you comin back?Bring it on, fo' whoever strappedIntroduce you to the pleasure and the pain, you can go so farJust sell me your soul, and live the life.. (of a ghetto star)[Verse Two: Nutso]I live the life of a thug nigga, drug dealer livin game tightMug niggaz, slug niggaz for the fame lifeLaced with game, practice on takin painQuick to slang, and let it rain through yo' brainStreet smart, proficient, intelligentAnd keep suckers hittin 'til snitches start smellin itMovin niggaz with telekenesisKeepin Channel 7 at work, filmin different featuresLeadin niggaz to an early death with they head blownAnd to those who didn't make it to the morgue was just dead and goneAnd hope niggaz got punishedKidnapped, jacked in the back with macs to they neckRappers waitin to get done inBacktalkin - we tossed his ass outM.O.B. related, one mo' nigga found shot up with his dick in his mouthPrinted my name in these streets as a motherf**kin GNow the next generation's lookin a worse off then me[Verse Three: 2Pac - overlaps Verse Two]Walkin through the cemetaryTalkin to my homies that was buriedSee my enemies wanna see me dead, I ain't worried, forgive mePlease give me shelter, calm my fearsLifted my head, from my hands, had a palm of tearsI see bodies gettin splashed, with acidTwo shots rang from the plastic glock, wrapped in plasticBuried the bastard, time to notify, his familyShiiit, ain't nuttin left to be identifiedEvacuate the crime scene fastWhy I heard the Feds had a warrant for my assFly, I won't touch down 'til I see TiajuanaSet up shop sellin the crooked cops marijuanaLabel me a success, I made the switchRetired from the life that never gave me shitBut cash that I couldn't spend, countless carsAn addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star[Verse Four: Nutso]Got the word that some nerds wanna plot on thisHit the curve, let it swerve, had to stop they gripNo remorse, no repentance as I buck one downStraight to the morgue cause I plan on, shuttin shit downBorn soldiers! -- F**ked him up with a mac-fo'Torn ligaments, all up in that nigga shoulderAnd a vest couldn't protect that fleshCause I got, slugs, to knock the air out your chestDeath, apparently they wasn't sucka freeCause I had all them wannabe thug niggaz in protective custodyI guess they heard that I got them birdsThought I was a nerd 'til I bucked one of them to the curbLuxury livin lavish, with dreams of dyin richWith a team and clientele on my motherf**kin dickAnd gettin down on these snitch bitches, protectin richesBy givin stitches, the life as a ghetto starWhen I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) x6[Outro: 2Pac w/ Nutso talking in background]This goes out to all you motherf**kers (To all you mother f**kers)that STILL, have to kill to make that money (Still i be puttin it down)All you niggaz on the block, sellin rocks (sellin muther f**kin dubs, smokin weed)Hand to hand, runnin from the policeI see you - live your life as a ghetto star!(Gettin G's)Talk to the hood, claimin you gettin riches(Tramp ass hoes, hahaha)Runnin from the flags.. live my life as a ghetto star(Same bitches ain't Thugs, Fake ass hoes, This is still sunnyside)Niggaz with two strikes that don't wanna see the third, I feel you (Nine-deuce)This is the Don Makaveli, Fukin with that wicked ass nigga nonsense