How we do it hahaha Makaveli Verse 1 Tupac Just holla my name and witness game official Niggas is so shamed they stand stiff like scared bitches While I remain inside a paradox called my block Though gun shots 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 me Send they bodies to their parents up north With they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off em all What I scream as I dream in tounges 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 fatter Eat a dick Biatch Mercy never that You said you comin back Bring it on Forever strapped Introduce you to the pleasure and the pain You can go so far Just sell me ya soul Living in the life of a ghetto star Verse 2 Nutt so I live the life of a thug nigga Drug dealer living game tight Mug niggas Slug niggas For the fame life Laced with game Practice on taking pain Quick to slain And let it rein thro your brain Street smart Efficient Intelligent And keep suckers hitten till snitches start smelling me Moving niggas with telekinesis Keeping channel 7 at work filming different features Beating niggas to an early death with their head blown And to those who didn t make it to the morgue Was just dead and gone And hope niggas got punished Kidnapped jacked in the back with macks to they lap rats waiting to get done We tossed his ass out Mob related One more nigga found shot up with in his mouth Printed my name in tha streets as a mother ing g Now the next generations looking up to me Verse 3 Tupac 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 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 Bury the Time to notify His family Shit Ain t nothing 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 til I see Tijuana Set up shop Sellin them crooked cops marijuana Label me a sick cess success I made this 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 4 Nutt so Got the word that some nerds wanna plot on this Hit the curb let it swerve had to stop they grip No remorse No repentance as I buck 1 down Straight to the morgue as I plan on shuttin shit down Born soldiers ed him up with a mac 4 Torn ligaments all up in that niggas shoulder And a vest couldn t protect that flesh Cause I got slugs to knock the air outta your chest Death Apparently they wasn t sucker free Cause I had all them wanna be thugs niggas 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 a clientele on my mother ing dick And getting down on these snitch bitches Protecting riches By giving stitches Life as a ghetto star Outro When I grow up I wanna be like them Repeated until faded out Live my life as a ghetto star This goes out to all you mother ers out there that still Gotta kill to make that money All you niggas on the blocks Selling rocks Hand to hand Running from the police I see you Live your life as a ghetto star Talking to hood rat bitches Claiming you gettin riches Running from tha playa haters Living life as a ghetto star Niggas with two strikes that don t wanna see the third I feel ya This is the Don Makaveli Living my life as a ghetto star them
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