Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghetto Star , by - 2Pac. Release date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ghetto Star |
| Haha |
| For all my niggas in the hood (yeah!) |
| Livin' the life of a ghetto star |
| (you know) You know how we do it hahaha |
| Makaveli |
| Just holla my name and witness game official |
| Niggas is so ashamed they stand stiff like scared bitches |
| 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 |
| I send they bodies to they parents up North |
| With they faces, they wrists, and they nuts cut off |
| Fuck 'em all what I scream as I dream in tongues |
| Fuck a trick, get me rich and the bitches’ll come |
| Bust my gun, make 'em all scatter |
| Bullets to my nuts only made my balls fatter |
| Eat a dick, 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) |
| I live the life of a thug nigga, drug dealer livin' game tight |
| Mug niggas, slug niggas 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' niggas with telekinesis |
| Keepin' Channel 7 at work, filmin' different features |
| Leadin' niggas 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 niggas got punished |
| Kidnapped, jacked in the back with MAC’s to they neck, rappers waiting to get |
| done in |
| Back — we tossed his ass out |
| M.O.B. |
| related, one mo' nigga found shot up with his dick in his mouth |
| Printed my name in these streets as a motherfuckin' G |
| Now the next generation’s lookin' at me through |
| 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 |
| 2 shots rang from the plastic Glock, wrapped in plastic |
| Buried the bastard, time to notify |
| His family, sheeit, ain’t nothing left to be identified |
| Evacuate the crime scene fast |
| Why, I heard the Feds had a warrant for my ass |
| Why, I won’t touch down 'til I see Tijuana |
| Set up shop selling them crooked cops marijuana |
| Label me a success, I made the switch |
| Retired from the life that never gave me shit |
| Put cash that I couldn’t spend, countless cars |
| An addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star |
| 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' shit down |
| Born soldier, fucked 'em up with a MAC-fo' |
| Torn ligaments, all up in that nigga 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 niggas 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 mothafuckin' dick |
| And gettin' down on these snitch bitches, protectin' riches |
| By givin' stitches, the 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 |
| 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 |
| This goes out to all you motherfuckers (to all you motherfuckers) |
| That STILL, have to kill to make that money (still, I’ll be puttin' down) |
| All you niggas on the block, sellin' rocks |
| Hand to hand, runnin' from the police (sellin' motherfuckin' 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 bitches ain’t new) |
| Runnin' from new playa haters (any fake ass niggas) |
| Live my life as a ghetto star |
| (this is still 70 south) |
| Niggas 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 |