For all my in the hood Livin' the of a ghetto star You know, you how we do it
Just my name an' witness game official Niggas is so they stand stiff like scared bitches While I remain inside a paradox called my Though is promise to me, when will I stop?
I hit the weed an' to God I can fly high my enemies die when I ride by They shouldn't have tried me I send they to their parents up north With they faces, they and they nuts cut off
"Fuck 'em all," what I scream as I dream in Fuck a trick, get me rich an' the bitches come Bust my gun, 'em all scatter Bullets to my only made my balls fatter
Eat a dick, biatch, mercy, that Have say you comin' back, bring it on, forever strapped you to the pleasure an' the pain, you can go so far Just sell me ya soul, in the life of a ghetto star
I live the life of a thug nigga, drug livin' game tight Mug niggas, niggas for the fame life Laced with game, on takin' pain Quick to an' let it rein through your brain
smart, efficient, intelligent An' keep suckers hitten 'til snitches smellin' me Movin' niggas with Channel 7 at work filmin' different features
Beatin' niggas to an death with their head blown An' to those who didn't it to the morgue was just dead an' gone An' hope got punished, kidnapped Jacked in the back with macks to they lap rats to get done
We tossed his ass out, mob One more nigga found shot up with his in his mouth Printed my name in tha streets as a G Now the generations lookin' up to me
through the cemetery, talkin' to my homies that was buried See my enemies wanna see me dead I worried Forgive me, please give me for all my fears Lifted my head my hands, had a palm of tears
I see bodies gettin' splashed with Two shots from the plastic glock, wrapped in plastic Bury the bastard, time to His family, shit, ain't nothin' left to be
Evacuate the crime fast Why? Heard the Feds had a for my ass Fly, I won't down 'til I see Tijuana Set up shop sellin' them cops marijuana
Label me a success, I made switch Retired the life that never gave me shit With cash that I couldn't spend, cars An addict for a wife, my life as a star
Got the that some nerds wanna plot on this Hit the curb, let it swerve, had to they grip No remorse, no repentance as I buck one to the morgue as I plan on shuttin' shit down
Born soldiers, him up with a mac 4 Torn ligaments, all up in that niggas And a vest couldn't protect that 'Cause I got slugs to knock the air your chest
Death, apparently they sucker free 'Cause I had all them wannabe niggas in protective custody I they heard that I got them birds Thought I was a nerd 'til I one of them to the curb
Luxury lavish with dreams of dyin' rich a team an' clientele on my motherfuckin' dick An' gettin' down on these bitches riches, by givin' stitches life as a ghetto star
When I grow up I be like them My as a ghetto star When I grow up I be like them My life as a star
When I grow up I be like them Live my as a ghetto star When I grow up I be like them An' live my life as a ghetto
When I grow up I be like them An' my life as a ghetto star When I grow up I wanna be them An' live my life as a ghetto
This out to all you motherfuckers out there that still to kill to make that money All you on the blocks, sellin' rocks Hand to hand, runnin' from the
I see you live your as a ghetto star to hood rat bitches, claimin' you gettin' riches Runnin' tha playa haters Livin' as a ghetto star
with two strikes that don't wanna see the third I you This is the Don my life as a ghetto star, fuck 'em