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lirik lagu 2pac – ghetto star (original version)


[intro: 2pac]
for all my n~ggas in the hood (yeah!)
livin’ the life of a ghetto star
(you know) you know how we do it hahaha

[verse 1: 2pac]
just holla my name and witness game official
n~ggas is so ashamed they stand stiff like scared b~tches
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
f~ck ’em all what i scream as i dream in tongues
f~ck a trick, get me rich and the b~tches’ll come
bust my gun, make ’em all scatter
bullets to my nuts only made my b~lls fatter
eat a d~ck, beyatch mercy, never that, you say you comin’ 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)
live my life straight ballin’
i hear the penitentary callin’
live my life straight ballin’
i hear lord jesus callin’
ghetto star, ghetto star

[verse 2]

[bad azz]
i invented my own lifestyle from crumbs and dope
f~ck 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 b~st~rd, time to notify
his family, sh~t!, 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 sh~t
but cash that i couldn’t spend, countless cars
an addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star
[bad azz]
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 sh~t
pray when i see the break of day on some good sh~t
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’
k!ll the cops, f~ck they law, they ain’t arresting me
life is jail without bars and ghetto star is my destiny


[outro: 2pac]