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

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 ...