- 2Pac ghetto star 歌詞
- 2Pac
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Ghetto Star (Explicit) - 2Pac,Nutso
Haha, for all my niggas in the hood (yeah)
That live the life of a ghetto star
(You KNOW! )
Heh, 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'ta tried
I send they bodies to they parents up North
With they faces laid bris
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 better
Eat a dick BEYOTCH!
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 telekenesis
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
Macs to they neck
Rappers waitin to get done in
Backtalkin - 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 cemetary
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
Two shots rang from the plastic Glock
Wrapped in plastic
Buried the bastard
Time to notify, his family
Sheeit, ain't nuttin 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 sellin them crooked cops marijuana
Label me a success
I made the 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
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 soldiers ! -- Fucked him 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 motherfuckin 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 dem
(And live my life as a ghetto star)
When I grow up I wanna be like dem
(And live my life as a ghetto star)
When I grow up I wanna be like dem
(And live my life as a ghetto star)
When I grow up I wanna be like dem
(And live my life as a ghetto star)
When I grow up I wanna be like dem
( And live my life as a ghetto star)
When I grow up I wanna be like dem
(And live my life as a ghetto star)
This goes out to all you motherfuckers
That STILL, have to kill to make that money
All you niggas on the block, sellin rocks
Hand to hand, runnin from the police
I see you - live your life as a ghetto star!
Talk to the hood, claimin you gettin riches
Runnin from the flags..
Live my life as a ghetto star
Niggas with two strikes
That don't wanna see the third, I feel you
It's the Don Makaveli
Live my life as a ghetto star
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