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2009-07-21

Ghetto Star

For all my niggas in the hood Livin' the life of a ghetto star You know, you know how we do it Makaveli Just holla my name an' witness game official Niggas is so shamed they stand stiff like scared bitches While I remain inside a paradox called my block Though gunshots is promise to me, when will I stop? I hit the weed an' hope to God I can fly high Witness my enemies die when I ride by They shouldn't have tried me I send they bodies to their parents up north With they faces, they wrists and they nuts cut off "f**k 'em all," what I scream as I dream in tounges f**k a trick, get me rich an' the bitches will come Bust my gun, make 'em all scatter Bullets to my nuts only made my balls fatter Eat a d**k, biatch, mercy, never that Have them say you comin' back, bring it on, forever strapped Introduce you to the pleasure an' the pain, you can go so far Just sell me ya soul, livin' in the life of a ghetto star I live the life of a thug nigga, drug dealer livin' game tight Mug niggas, slug niggas for the fame life Laced with game, practice on takin' pain Quick to slain an' let it rein through your brain Street smart, efficient, intelligent An' keep s*ckers hitten 'til snitches start smellin' me Movin' niggas with telekinesis Keepin' Channel 7 at work filmin' different features Beatin' niggas to an early death with their head blown An' to those who didn't make it to the morgue was just dead an' gone An' hope niggas got punished, kidnapped Jacked in the back with macks to they lap rats waitin' to get done We tossed his a*s out, mob related One more nigga found shot up with his d**k in his mouth Printed my name in tha streets as a motherf**kin' G Now the next generations lookin' up to me Walkin' through the cemetery, talkin' 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 bastard, 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 a*s Fly, I won't touch down 'til I see Tijuana Set up shop sellin' them crooked cops marijuana Label me a 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 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 one down Straight to the morgue as I plan on shuttin' shit down Born soldiers, f**ked 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 s*cker free 'Cause I had all them wannabe thug niggas 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 an' clientele on my motherf**kin' d**k An' gettin' down on these snitch bitches Protectin' riches, by givin' stitches 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 An' live my life as a ghetto star When I grow up I wanna be like them An' live my life as a ghetto star When I grow up I wanna be like them An' live my life as a ghetto star This goes out to all you motherf**kers out there that still Have to kill to make that money All you niggas on the blocks, sellin' rocks Hand to hand, runnin' from the police I see you live your life as a ghetto star Talkin' to hood rat bitches, claimin' you gettin' riches Runnin' from tha playa haters Livin' life as a ghetto star Niggas with two strikes that don't wanna see the third I feel you This is the Don Makaveli Livin' my life as a ghetto star, f**k 'em

Better Dayz

2002-11-01

Better Dayz
  1. Still Ballin
  2. When We Ride On Our Enemies
  3. Changed Man
  4. F*** Them All
  5. Never B Peace
  6. Mama'a Just A Little Girl
  7. Street Fame
  8. Whatcha Gonna Do
  9. Fair Xchange
  10. Late Night
  11. Ghetto Star
  12. Thugz Mansion - Nas Acoustic
  13. My Block remix
  14. Never Call U B**** Again
  15. Better Dayz
  16. U Can Call
  17. Military Minds
  18. Fame
  19. Fair Xchange remix
  20. Catchin Feeling
  21. There U Go
  22. This Life I Lead
  23. Who Do You Believe In
  24. They Don't Give A F*** About Us
  25. Intro
  26. Thugz Mansion