2Pac – Ghetto Star (feat. Nutso) Lyrics

Ghetto Star

2Pac (feat. Nutso)

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"Ghetto Star." - 2Pac (feat. Nutso)

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 08:04 am

Album: Better Dayz

Track No: 11

For all my **** in the hood
Living the life of a ghetto star
You know how we do it
(Makeveli)
Just holla my name and witness game official
**** is so shamed, 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
Because they send bodies to they parents up North
With they face, 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, biatch 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
I live the life of a thug ****, drug dealer living game tight
Mug ****, slug **** 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 till snitches start smelling it
Moving **** with telekinesis
Keeping Channel 7 at work, filming different features
Leading **** 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 **** got punished
Kidnapped, jacked in the back with MAC's to they neck
Racks waiting to get done
Back tatted, we tossed his ass out
M.O.B related, one more **** found shot up with his dick in his mouth
Printed my name in these streets as a mother fucking G
Now the next generation's looking at me through
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 slashed with acid
2 shots rang from the plastic Glock, wrapped in plastic
Buried the bastard, time to notify
His family, shit, 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 till 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
Put cash that I couldn't spend, countless cars
An addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star
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 soldier, fucked em up with a MAC-fo'
Torn ligaments all up in that **** 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 **** in protective custody
I guess they heard that I got them birds
Thought I was a nerd till I bucked one of them to the curb
Luxury living lavish, with dreams of dying rich
With a team and clientele on my mother fucking dick
And getting down on these snitch bitches, protecting riches
By giving stitches, the 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
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
And live my life as a ghetto star
When I grow up I wanna be like them
And live my life as a ghetto star
When I grow up I wanna be like them
And live my life as a ghetto star
This goes out to all you mother fuckers out there
That still have to kill to make that money
All you **** on the block selling rocks
Hand to hand, running from the police
I see you, live your life as a ghetto star
Claiming getting riches
Running from new playa haters
Live my life as a ghetto star

Writer(s): 2Pac, sean cole & Gregory Banks.

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