Ghetto Star

Shameless stuff for you to see

What your life could truly be

And if you're really from the streets

Spit that ghetto poetry

Cause you're a shining star

Cause you're a shining star

No matter who you are

No matter who you are

And never fail to see

Never fail to see

The real G-A-M-E

Back in the day I used to smoke a blunt

And pray before I got on the stage

And I was opening up for N.W.A

And I remember how it all began

I used to steal cars from Haywood

Take them back to East Oakland

Till Short Dawg picked me up from high school

I was just a little nigga with heart

And uncle Short was hella cool

Took me to the studio, I met the homie Richie Rich

And all the way there people waved

With their Caddy and screamed biatch

That moment was frozen in time

And I got memories like that embedded deep in my mind

Cause that's when something

Clicked in my head and said this is you

The whips, money lifestyle, women, it's all true

I went to sleep that night and dreamt I was a rap star

Woke up and wrote 187

Proof and started going hard

But the haters was hating

On the level of the devil

Then the riots kicked in and I gave you

Welcome to the Ghetto

It was me, Scarface and Eiht on the cover of Source Mag

In the blue '64 Chevy Impala rag

And Menace II Society was the movie to watch

I just did the soundtrack, smoking big with the homie Pac

I did Triggas Gots No Heart in 18 straight up minutes

UGK, Big Poppa, full of stones and we was in it

From the Bay to LA back to Houston with DJ Screw

Cause Pimp C and Bun B was on the tour with us too (UGK)

I've been around too many legends to fail

I've either been shot up, stabbed or thrown in jail

But through the flames and the fire I emerged through the ashes

And shaped the game like it was made out of clay

Bossalini, Fetti Chico, Soprano, Montana, Meier

Spice 1, I come from the Bay and I spit fire

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee

I wanna say I shooked the world like Muhammad Ali