Bad Azz

Bad Azz - Ghetto Star lyrics

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livin' they life as a ghetto star, you know (worldwide)

 Verse 1:

 You know those days when you hear the lord calling you
 But you don't respond 'cuz you ballin' and your all in two
 Your ghetto star lifestyles, big houses and cars
 Million dollar phone calls to bad bitches and all
 A nigga don't make five bucks to spend before he come up
 Sippin' out this half a pint bout to light up this blunt
 Just reminicin' bout past years, deaths and tears
 So many fallin' peers I'd never though I'd see these years
 Swallowin' my tank of beer hope the rain hide the tears
 Pray to God I aint scared, if they bust , hide and hit
 And if they come fightin' shit I won't believe it cuz I'm low
 I'm a child of God and keep mashin' for whats good to me
 You should recognize game when it's all in your face
 Would you choose to lie and die mamed so you fall on your face
 But I refuse to lose so I ball in my space

 Hook:

 Live my life straight ballin'
 I hear the penitentary callin'
 Live my life straight ballin'
 I hear lord Jesus callin'
 Ghetto Star, Ghetto Star

 Verse 2:

 I invented my own lifestyle from crumbs and dope
 Fuck shattered dreams there's fatter things that come from hope
 You heard 'em holla "keep ya head up"
 I ask God to help us out
 The world's caught a plague and everybody's weapons out
 Shoot first, and never get to the ask questions part
 When we blast testin' marks you aint fit to live a day here
 Best to keep your heat and hold your post you wanna stay here
 It sure aint worth askin' why I stay so high
 You don't irritate my mind
 And I aint got time if it aint about a dime
 The fat pace, crack chase, played out with ces


 It's gettin' rich with Low Lifes ands it's put on my chest
 And fuck a high speed chase, gettin' laced with slugs
 And stuck steppin' off a plane duct taped with drugs
 I'm tryin to live my life to the fullest extent
 You crossed my clique noe you know what them bullets just meant
 We keep it hittin' hard bangin' corners bouncin' up the boulevard
 Smokin' somethin', niggas dumpin' hollerin' bout "life is hard"
 Just cuz we ride to live, mean somethin' gotta give
 I don't care who you are, live like a ghetto star
 Life is only one time, that's why we hate one-time
 Tryin' to live my life, my life under the sunshine
 That's why I live, when they get deep I hold my breath
 And here's my only reply when he asks me 'bout death
 I said, "I never could picture me dead,
 could only see my life is lavish and obviously
 I can get it so I gotta have it"
 And you can live your life forever scarred
 But I'ma ball 'till I'm gone livin' life as a ghetto star
 Bently coups, mini mansions like Snoop
 And watch full of rocks, million dollar speed baots, yaughts
 All the time I got. is spent on some hood shit
 Pray when I see the break of day on some good shit
 Hit the liquor store to get some blunts for the dope
 Man if I aint hight, can't cope
 God help us
 You hope to hear us holler his name
 He know we stuck in all this sea and chasin dollars and fame
 When will it end
 The pain and the pressures of life come at once
 And the only remedy is some drinks mixed with blunts
 The lord knows what goes on behind closed doors
 And it's twntey five to life with those ho's with gold ?bows?
 Catch you at your momma's hose slippin'
 Gang bangers from the game we ride when it's time for dippin'
 Kill the cops, fuck they law, they aint arresting me
 Life is jail without bars and ghetto star is my destiny

 Hook: repeat 2x
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Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Priority Records

Details:

Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Word on tha Streets (1998)

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