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ghetto star – 2pac lyrics

for all my n-gg-s in the hood
livin’ the life of a ghetto star
you know, you know how we do it

just holla my name an’ witness game official
n-gg-s is so shamed they stand stiff like scared b-tches
while i remain inside a paradox called my block
though gunshots is promise to me, when will i stop?

i hit the weed an’ hope to god i can fly high
witness my enemies die when i ride by
they shouldn’t have tried me i send they bodies to their parents up north
with they faces, they wrists and they nuts cut off

“f-ck ’em all,” what i scream as i dream in tounges
f-ck a trick, get me rich an’ the b-tches will come
bust my gun, make ’em all scatter
bullets to my nuts only made my b-lls fatter

eat a d-ck, b–tch, mercy, never that
have them say you comin’ back, bring it on, forever strapped
introduce you to the pleasure an’ the pain, you can go so far
just sell me ya soul, livin’ in the life of a ghetto star

i live the life of a thug n-gg-, drug dealer livin’ game tight
mug n-gg-s, slug n-gg-s for the fame life
laced with game, practice on takin’ pain
quick to slain an’ let it rein through your brain

street smart, efficient, intelligent
an’ keep suckers h-tten ’til snitches start smellin’ me
movin’ n-gg-s with telekinesis
keepin’ channel 7 at work filmin’ different features

beatin’ n-gg-s to an early death with their head blown
an’ to those who didn’t make it to the morgue was just dead an’ gone
an’ hope n-gg-s got punished, kidnapped
jacked in the back with macks to they lap rats waitin’ to get done

we tossed his -ss out, mob related
one more n-gg- found shot up with his d-ck in his mouth
printed my name in tha streets as a motherf-ckin’ g
now the next generations lookin’ up to me

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 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 b-st-rd, time to notify
his family, sh-t, ain’t nothin’ left to be identified

evacuate the crime scene fast
why? heard the feds had a warrant for my -ss
fly, i won’t touch down ’til i see tijuana
set up shop sellin’ them crooked cops marijuana

label me a success, i made this switch
retired from the life that never gave me sh-t
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 curb, let it swerve, had to stop they grip
no remorse, no repentance as i buck one down
straight to the morgue as i plan on shuttin’ sh-t down

born soldiers, f-cked him up with a mac 4
torn ligaments, all up in that n-gg-s 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 wannabe thug n-gg-s 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 an’ clientele on my motherf-ckin’ d-ck
an’ gettin’ down on these snitch b-tches
protectin’ riches, by givin’ st-tches 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
an’ live my life as a ghetto star

when i grow up i wanna be like them
an’ live my life as a ghetto star
when i grow up i wanna be like them
an’ live my life as a ghetto star

this goes out to all you motherf-ckers out there that still
have to kill to make that money
all you n-gg-s on the blocks, sellin’ rocks
hand to hand, runnin’ from the police

i see you live your life as a ghetto star
talkin’ to hood rat b-tches, claimin’ you gettin’ riches
runnin’ from tha playa haters
livin’ life as a ghetto star

n-gg-s with two strikes that don’t wanna see the third
i feel you
this is the don makaveli
livin’ my life as a ghetto star, f-ck ’em

- all song lyrics by 2pac