For all my niggas in the hood That live the life of a ghetto star You know how we do it
[Verse 1: 2Pac] 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 have tried 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, biyotch mercy, never that, you say you coming back? Bring it on, forever strapped Introduce you to the pleasure and the pain, you can go so far Just sell me your soul, and live the life (of a ghetto star) [Verse 2: Nutso] 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 slang, and let it rain through yo' brain Street smart, proficient, intelligent And keep suckers hitting 'til snitches start smelling it Moving niggas with telekinesis Keeping Channel 7 at work, filming different features Leading niggas to an early death with they 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 MAC's to they neck, rappers waitin to get done in Backtalking - we tossed his ass out M.O.B. related, one mo' nigga found shot up with his dick in his mouth Printed my name in these streets as a motherfucking G Now the next generation's looking at me through {*can't decipher*}
[Verse 3: 2Pac] 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, calm my fears Lifted my head, from my hands, had a palm of tears I see bodies getting splashed, with acid 2 shots rang from the plastic Glock, wrapped in plastic Buried the bastard, time to notify His family, sheeit, ain't nothing left to be identified Evacuate the crime scene fast Why, I heard the Feds had a warrant for my ass Why, I won't touch down 'til I see Tijuana Set up shop selling them crooked cops marijuana Label me a success, I made the 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: Nutso] Got the word that some nerds wanna plot on this Hit the curve, let it swerve, had to stop they grip No remorse, no repentance as I buck one down Straight to the morgue cause I plan on, shutting shit down Born soldiers, fucked him up with a MAC-fo' Torn ligaments, all up in that nigga shoulder And a vest couldn't protect that flesh Cause I got, slugs, to knock the air out your chest Death, apparently they wasn't sucka free Cause I had all them wannabe thug niggas 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 living lavish, with dreams of dying rich With a team and clientele on my mothafucking dick And getting down on these snitch bitches, protecting riches By giving stitches, the life as a ghetto star
[Interlude x6: 2Pac] When I grow up I wanna be like them And live my life as a ghetto star
[Outro: 2Pac w/ Nutso talking in background] This goes out to all you motherfuckers That STILL, have to kill to make that money All you niggas on the block, selling rocks Hand to hand, running from the police I see you - live your life as a ghetto star Talk to the hood, claiming you're getting riches Running from the flags.. live my life as a ghetto star Niggas with two strikes that don't wanna see the third, I feel you It's the Don Makaveli - live my life as a ghetto star {*fades out*}