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    Artist: Tupac
    Title: Ghetto Star
    Album: Better Dayz: Book 1

    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
    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
    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
    Ain't nothing left to be identified
    Evacuate the crime scene fast
    Heard the feds had a warrant for my ass
    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
    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


    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 ...

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