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(feat. Nutso) [2Pac] Haha, for all my niggaz in the hood (yeah) That live the life of a ghetto star (You KNOW!) Heh, you know how we do it (Hahaha, Makaveli!) [Verse One: 2Pac] Just holla my name and witness game official Niggaz 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'ta tried I send they bodies to they parents up North With they faces laid bris 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 BEYOTCH! Mercy, never that, you say you comin back? Bring it on, fo' whoever 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) Songtexte[Verse Two: Nutso] I live the life of a thug nigga, drug dealer livin game tight Mug niggaz, slug niggaz for the fame life Laced with game, practice on takin pain Quick to slang, and let it rain through yo' brain Street smart, proficient, intelligent And keep suckers hittin 'til snitches start smellin it Movin niggaz with telekenesis Keepin Channel 7 at work, filmin different features Leadin niggaz 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 niggaz got punished Kidnapped, jacked in the back with macs to they neck Rappers waitin to get done in Backtalkin - 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 motherfuckin G Now the next generation's lookin at me through {*can't decipher*} [Verse Three: 2Pac - overlaps Verse Two] Walkin through the cemetary 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 Sheeit, ain't nuttin 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 Tiajuana Set up shop sellin 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 Four: 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, shuttin 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 niggaz 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 livin lavish, with dreams of dyin rich With a team and clientele on my motherfuckin dick And gettin down on these snitch bitches, protectin riches By givin stitches, the life as a ghetto star When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) When I grow up I wanna be like dem (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 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 flags.. 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 - live my life as a ghetto star {*fades out*} Aus Songtexte Mania