For all my low life thug niggas, 

For all my niggas in the hood, 

Livin the life of a ghetto star, 

Ha ha ha Makavelli, 

 

Just holla my name 

And witness game official 

Niggas is so shame 

They stare stiff like scared bitches 

While I remain inside a paradox 

Gone 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'ta tried me 

Send they bodies to they parents up north 

With they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off 

Fuck em all what I scream as I dream in tons, 

Fuck a trick, get me rich n the bitches'll come, 

bust ma gun make em all scatta, 

bullets to my nuts only made my balls fatta, 

eat her dead bee yatch..mercy neva that, 

you said u comin back bring it on foeva straped, 

introduce ya to tha pleasure n tha pain, 

u could go so far, just sell me ya soul, live tha life of a ghetto star 

 

i live the life of thug nigga, drug deala livin game tight 

mug nigga, slug nigga split tha fame like, 

laced with game, practice on takin pain, equipped same 

and let it rain thru ya brain, 

street smart, proficeint intellegent, and keep sukaz hittin till snitchs start smellin 

movin niggaz with telekinesis, keepin channel at work feelin different featuraz, 

leadin niggaz to an early death with they head blown, 

and to those who didn't make it to the morgue, 

which is dead n gone, 

and hope niggaz got fun, kidnapped jacked in the back, with next to they cataracts? they get done, 

back chat, they toast his ass out, 

mob related momma my nigga found shot up with his dick in his mouth, print it 

my name in these streets, as a mutha fuckin g, now the next generations lookin worse off than me 

 

Walkin thru tha cemetary, talkin to my homies that was buried, 

say my enemies wanna see me dead I ain't worried, forgive me 

please give me shelter calm my fears, 

lifted my head from my hand that'll ball me tears, 

I see bodies gettin splashed with acid, 

2 shots ring from the plasted guy wrapped in plastic, 

bury tha bastard, time to notify, 

his family...shiet.. 

ain't nothin left to be identify, 

evacuate the crime scene fast, why? 

i heard the feds have a warrent fo my ass, fly 

i won't touch down till i see tijauna, 

setup a shop sellin them crooked cops marijuana, 

label me a success,i made tha switch, retired from the life that neva gave me shit, 

but cash that i couldn't spend, countless cars and adict fo a wife, tmy life as a ghetto star