Artist: 2Pac feat. Nutt-So
Album:  Better Dayz
Song:   Ghetto Star
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro - 2Pac]
For all my niggaz in the hood, livin' the life of a Ghetto Star
You know how we do it
Hahahaha, Makaveli

[Verse 1 - 2Pac]
Just holla my name and witness game official
Niggaz is so shamed, they stand stiff like scared bitches
While I remain inside a paradox called my block
The 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'm right by
They shouldn't have tried me
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 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 better
Eat a dick, beatch!
Mercy never that, you say you comin' back
Bring it on, forever strapped
Introduced you to the pleasure and the pain you can go so far
Just sell me your soul in the life of a Ghetto Star

[Verse 2 - Nutt-So]
I live the life of a thug nigga
Drug dealer, livin' gang tight
Mug niggaz, slug niggaz for the fame life
Laced with game, praticed in takin' pain
Quick to slain' and let it reign to your brain
Street smat, efficient, intelligent
And keep suckers hittin' till snichtes start smellin' me
Movin' niggaz with telekenises
Keepin' Channel 7 at work filmin' different features
Leadin' niggaz to an early death with their head blown
And to those who didn't make into the morgue was just dead and gone
And hope niggaz got punished
Kipnapped, jacked in the back with macks to their lap rats waitin' to get done
(Backtalkin') We tossed his ass out, mob related
One more nigga found shot up with his dick in his mouth
Printed my name in these streets as a motherfuckin G
Now the next generations lookin' up to me...

[Verse 3 - 2Pac]
Walkin' through the cemetary, talkin' to my homies that was buried
See my enemies wanna see my 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
Buried them bastards, time to notify, his family
Shit, ain't nothin' 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 till I see Tijuana
Setup shots, sellin' them crooked cops marijuana
Label me a sicksess, I made the switch
Retired from the life that never gave my 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 stab their crib
No remorse, no repentance as I buck one 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 nigga's shoulder
And a vest couldn't protect that flesh
Cause I got slugs to knock the air out your chest
Apparently they wasn't sucker free
Cause I had all them wanna be thug niggas in protective custody
I guess they heard that I got them birds
Thought I was a nerd till I bucked on of them to the curb
Luxery livin' lavish, with dreams of dyin' rich
With a team and clientele on my motherfuckin' dick
And gettin' down on these snitch bitches
Protectin' bitches by givin' stitches 
Life as a Ghetto Star

[Outro - 2Pac]
When I grow up I wanna be like them
My life as a Ghetto Star
When I grow up I wanna be like them
My life as a Ghetto Star
When I grow up I wanna be like them
Live my life as a Ghetto Star
When I grow up I wanna be like them
Live my life as a Ghetto Star
When I grow up I wanna be like them
In my life as a Ghetto Star

This goes out to all you motherfuckers
That still, have to kill to make that money
All you niggaz on the block sellin' rocks
Hand to hand, runnin' from the police
I see you, live your life as a Ghetto Star
Talk to the hood, claimin' you gettin' riches
Runnin' from the playa haters... live my life as a Ghetto Star
Niggaz with two strikes that don't wanna see the third... I feel you
It's The Don Makaveli aka Pac livin' my like as a Ghetto Star
Fuckin' with that wicked ass nigga Nutt-So
Right out the Bay, Oaktown to be precise