| Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
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| I’m a rapper turned rock star
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| Word up, what I wanna know
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| Yo, I’m a rapper turned rock star
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| What, what, what, what
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| I’m a rapper turned rock star
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| Yo, yo, yo
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| I’m a rapper turned rock star, in a hot car
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| What y’all? |
| The black prop with the crowbar
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| No plates off the lot it costs a lot
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| You forced to watch hands take they hand off the Glock
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| Money don’t stop long as I stay hot
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| Cook it up, chop it up, put it on the block
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| Bust a bullet on the chart till we hit the top
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| Nigga not too thick, the fold, I’m dipped in gold
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| You half a gram niggas, can never slam niggas
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| What part you don’t understand? |
| I’m the man nigga
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| Chorus: Mr. Cheeks (repeat 2X)
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| Why not? |
| Makin moves and gettin money with my team
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| We them ghetto starz, this here is far from a dream
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| Official Nas, here to get up in that ass
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| Word up, pour some liquor in my cup and pass
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| Yo, word up kid, there’s mad money in this
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| Grab the mic, handle your business
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| This here is for Official niggas only, no beginners
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| About my heavy metal, run the ghetto, where my sinners?
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| You feel me in my crazy world, I only deal with sinners
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| Hearin local reports from out the vocal laws up in the game
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| You violate nigga, I swear I tear you out the frame
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| Y’all niggas know the name, we represent the burrough Queens
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| With the same routines run with y’all gats to smithereens
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| Official Nas, and L-B fam
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| Bringin you the jam from the Queen-shy to get green-shy
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| Rob with us, shorty it’s all live, peep the vibe
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| As we keep you wired, so up the stakes, cut the cake
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| Regulate, we delegate and dead they take
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| That’s a rapper that it’s official, track for track
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| I back slap you, with my other platinum plaques
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| You whack rap hopefulls, have you noddin like the dope do
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| Any member of my crew’ll roze you
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| Number one spot, took that
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| Onyx show, book that
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| Got a bet, better know where to put that
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| I smoke weed in cars that cost more than your house
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| I got a fly chick with gats, hold coke in her blouse
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| I’m talkin about a hundred g’s, show sold out
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| So you see that, you better shut your mouth
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| I used to scheme on niggas that had more than me
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| Now I’m that nigga and niggas scheme on me
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| I got a ghetto mentality
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| If a nigga front, I’m gattin 'em
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| I never had nothin, now my rolex is platinum
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| I be the same man, rich or poor
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| Wildin out at the club, time to hit the floor
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| Outside I got the infa, in the Ferrari cockpit
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| Fuck partyin with y’all, we already got shit
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| You rockless, nina you ain’t got no props
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| Let me see you at the awards this years, I blow your spot
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| Even at a rich event, you can still get shot
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| Fuck that, as of now Onyx back in the mack
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| We guaranteed to start fights everytime we rap
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| Yo, who got next? |
| Who got first?
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| I’m God Son, the illest nigga on this earth, what? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghetto Starz , by - Onyx. Song from the album Shut 'Em Down, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп