Ghetto Star

For all my niggas in the hood (yeah)
Livin the life of a ghetto star
You know... 
How we do it
(hahaha) Makaveli

[Verse 1: Tupac]

Just holla my name and witness game official
Niggas is so shamed they stand stiff like scared bitches
While I remain inside a paradox called 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't have tried me
Send they bodies to their parents up north
With they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off
Fuck em all
What I scream as I dream in tounges
Fuck a trick get me rich and them bitches will come
Bust my gun make em all scatter
Bullets to my nuts only made my balls fatter
Eat a dick 
Biatch 
Mercy never that 
You said you comin back 
Bring it on
Forever strapped 
Introduce you to the pleasure and the pain
You can go so far
Just sell me ya soul
Living in the life of a ghetto star

[Verse 2: Nutt-so]

I live the life of a thug nigga
Drug dealer living game tight
Mug niggas
Slug niggas
For the fame life
Laced with game
Practice on taking pain
Quick to slain
And let it rein thro your brain
Street smart
Efficient
Intelligent
And keep suckers hitten 'till snitches start smelling me
Moving niggas with telekinesis
Keeping channel 7 at work filming different features
Beating niggas to an early death with their 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 macks to they lap rats waiting to get done
We tossed his ass out
Mob related
One more nigga found shot up with his dick in his mouth
Printed my name in tha streets as a motherfucking g
Now the next generations looking up to me

[Verse 3: Tupac]

Walking through the cemetery talking to my homies that was buried
See my enemies wanna see me dead I ain't worried
Forgive me
Please give me shelter for all 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
Bury the bastard
Time to notify
His family
Shit
Ain't nothing left to be identified
Evacuate the crime scene fast
Why?
Heard the feds had a warrant for my ass
Fly
I won't touch down til I see Tijuana
Set up shop
Sellin them crooked cops marijuana
Label me a sick cess (success)
I made this switch
Retired from the life that never gave me shit
With 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 curb let it swerve had to stop they grip
No remorse 
No repentance as I buck 1 down
Straight to the morgue as I plan on shuttin' shit down
Born soldiers
Fucked him up with a mac 4
Torn ligaments all up in that niggas shoulder
And a vest couldn't protect that flesh
Cause I got slugs to knock the air outta your chest
Death
Apparently they wasn't sucker free
Cause I had all them wanna be thugs niggas in protective custody
I guess they heard that I got them birds
Thought I was a nerd till I bucked one of them to the curb
Luxury living lavish
With dreams of dying rich
With a team and a clientele on my motherfucking dick
And getting down on these snitch bitches
Protecting riches
By giving stitches
Life as a ghetto star

[Outro]

When I grow up I wanna be like them *Repeated until faded out* 
(Live my life as a ghetto star)

This goes out to all you motherfuckers out there that still
Gotta kill to make that money
All you niggas on the blocks
Selling rocks
Hand to hand
Running from the police
I see you
Live your life as a ghetto star
Talking to hood rat bitches
Claiming you gettin riches
Running from tha playa haters
Living life as a ghetto star
Niggas with two strikes that don't wanna see the third
I feel ya
This is the Don Makaveli
Living my life as a ghetto star
Fuck them ...