Ghetto Star- Tupac
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, 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 blasted 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 ass, 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.