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 ....