[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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 'em all what I scream as I dream in tongues [bad word] a trick, get me rich and the [bad word] [bad word] Bust my gun, make 'em all scatter
Bullets to my nuts only made my balls fatter, eat a [bad word] BEYOTCH!
Mercy, never that, you say [bad word] 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)

[Verse Two: Nutso]
I live the life of a thug [bad word]  [bad word] 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 [bad word] out
M.O.B. related, one mo' [bad word] found shot up with his [bad word] in his mouth
Printed my name in these streets as a [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] down
Born soldiers! -- [bad word] him up with a mac-fo'
Torn ligaments, all up in that [bad word] 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 [bad word] [bad word] And gettin down on these snitch [bad word]  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 sta