Nutt-So - Ghetto Star lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac] Haha For all my n***as in the hood (yeah!) Livin' the life of a ghetto star (you know) You know how we do it hahaha Makaveli [Verse 1: 2Pac] Just holla my name and witness game official n***as is so ashamed they stand stiff like scared b**hes 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 f** 'em all what I scream as I dream in tongues f** a trick, get me rich and the b**hes'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) [Verse 2: Nutt-So] I live the life of a thug n***a, drug dealer livin' game tight Mug n***as, slug n***as 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 s**ers hittin' 'til snitches start smellin' it Movin' n***as with telekinesis Keepin' Channel 7 at work, filmin' different features Leadin' n***as to an early d**h with they head blown And to those who didn't make it to the morgue was just dead and gone And hope n***as got punished Kidnapped, jacked in the back with MAC's to they neck, rappers waitin to get done in Back[?] - we tossed his a** out M.O.B. related, one mo' n***a found shot up with his dick in his mouth Printed my name in these streets as a motherf**in' G Now the next generation's lookin' at me through [?] [Verse 3: 2Pac] 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 ba*tard, 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 a** 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 sh** Put 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 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' sh** down Born soldier, f**ed 'em up with a MAC-fo' Torn ligaments, all up in that n***a shoulder And a vest couldn't protect that flesh Cause I got, slugs, to knock the air out your chest d**h, apparently they wasn't s**a free Cause I had all them wannabe thug n***as 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 mothaf**in' dick And gettin' down on these snitch b**hes, protectin' riches By givin' stitches, the life as a ghetto star [Interlude: 2Pac] 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 [Outro: 2Pac w/ Nutt-So talking in background] This goes out to all you motherf**ers (to all you motherf**ers) That STILL, have to k** to make that money (still, I'll be puttin' down) All you n***as on the block, sellin' rocks Hand to hand, runnin' from the police (sellin' motherf**in' dopes) (smokin' weed) I see you Live your life as a ghetto star (look at these tramp a** hoes) Talk to the hood Claimin' gettin' riches (spank b**hes ain't new) Runnin' from new playa haters. (any fake a** n***as) Live my life as a ghetto star (this is still 70 south) n***as 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