2Pac, Bad Azz - Ghetto Star (Original Version) lyrics
[2Pac, Bad Azz - Ghetto Star Original Version lyrics]
Haha for all my niggas in the hood (yeah)
Livin' the life of a ghetto star
(you know) 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't tried me
I send they bodies to they parents up north
With they faces, they wrists
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 fatter
Eat a dick, beyatch mercy, never that
You say you comin' back?
Bring it on, forever strapped
Just sell me your soul, and live the life
(of a ghetto star)
Live my life straight ballin'
I hear the penitentary callin'
Live my life straight ballin'
I hear lord Jesus callin'
Ghetto Star, Ghetto Star
I invented my own lifestyle
From crumbs and dope
Fuck shattered dreams there's fatter things
That come from hope
You heard 'em holla "keep ya head up"
I ask God to help us out
The world's caught a plague
And everybody's weapons out shoot first
And never get to the ask questions part
When we blast testin' marks you ain't
Fit to live a day here
Best to keep your heat and hold
Your post you wanna stay here
It sure ain't worth askin' why I stay so high
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, 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, shit!
Ain't nothing left to be identified
Evacuate the crime scene fast
Why, I heard the Feds had
A warrant for my ass
Fly, I won't touch down 'til I see Tijuana
Set up a shop selling
Them crooked cops marijuana
Label me a success, I made the switch
Retired from the life that never gave me shit
But cash that I couldn't spend
Countless cars
An addict for a wife, my life
As a ghetto star
I never could picture me dead
Could only see my life
Is lavish and obviously
I can get it so I gotta have it
And you can live your life forever scarred
But I'mma ball 'till I'm gone livin'
Life as a ghetto star
Bentley coupes, mini mansions like Snoop
And watch full of rocks
Million dollar speed boats, yaughts
All the time I got is spent on some hood shit
Pray when I see the break of
Day on some good shit
Hit the liquor store to get
Some blunts for the dope
Man if I ain't hight, can't cope god help us
You hope to hear us holler his name
He know we stuck in all this
Sea and chasin dollars and fame
When will it end
The pain and the pressures of
Life come at once
And the only remedy is some
Drinks mixed with blunts
The lord knows what goes
On behind closed doors
And it's twenty five to life
With those ho's with gold?bows?
Catch you at your momma's hose slippin'
Gang bangers from the game we ride
When it's time for dippin'
Kill the cops, fuck they law
They ain't arresting me
Life is jail without bars and
Ghetto star is my destiny
Livin' the life of a ghetto star
(you know) 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't tried me
I send they bodies to they parents up north
With they faces, they wrists
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 fatter
Eat a dick, beyatch mercy, never that
You say you comin' back?
Bring it on, forever strapped
Just sell me your soul, and live the life
(of a ghetto star)
Live my life straight ballin'
I hear the penitentary callin'
Live my life straight ballin'
I hear lord Jesus callin'
Ghetto Star, Ghetto Star
I invented my own lifestyle
From crumbs and dope
Fuck shattered dreams there's fatter things
That come from hope
You heard 'em holla "keep ya head up"
I ask God to help us out
The world's caught a plague
And everybody's weapons out shoot first
And never get to the ask questions part
When we blast testin' marks you ain't
Fit to live a day here
Best to keep your heat and hold
Your post you wanna stay here
It sure ain't worth askin' why I stay so high
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, 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, shit!
Ain't nothing left to be identified
Evacuate the crime scene fast
Why, I heard the Feds had
A warrant for my ass
Fly, I won't touch down 'til I see Tijuana
Set up a shop selling
Them crooked cops marijuana
Label me a success, I made the switch
Retired from the life that never gave me shit
But cash that I couldn't spend
Countless cars
An addict for a wife, my life
As a ghetto star
I never could picture me dead
Could only see my life
Is lavish and obviously
I can get it so I gotta have it
And you can live your life forever scarred
But I'mma ball 'till I'm gone livin'
Life as a ghetto star
Bentley coupes, mini mansions like Snoop
And watch full of rocks
Million dollar speed boats, yaughts
All the time I got is spent on some hood shit
Pray when I see the break of
Day on some good shit
Hit the liquor store to get
Some blunts for the dope
Man if I ain't hight, can't cope god help us
You hope to hear us holler his name
He know we stuck in all this
Sea and chasin dollars and fame
When will it end
The pain and the pressures of
Life come at once
And the only remedy is some
Drinks mixed with blunts
The lord knows what goes
On behind closed doors
And it's twenty five to life
With those ho's with gold?bows?
Catch you at your momma's hose slippin'
Gang bangers from the game we ride
When it's time for dippin'
Kill the cops, fuck they law
They ain't arresting me
Life is jail without bars and
Ghetto star is my destiny