SongtexteGhetto Star

2Pac

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Letzte Aktualisierung am: 6. Mai 2021

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 waitin 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

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