Ghetto Starz Lyrics

Ghetto Starz lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo 

 I'm a rapper turned rock star 

 Word up, what I wanna know 

 Yo, I'm a rapper turned rock star 

 What, what, what, what 

 I'm a rapper turned rock star 

 Yo, yo, yo   

  

 [Fredro Starr] 

 I'm a rapper turned rock star, in a hot car 

 What y'all? The black prop with the crowbar 

 No plates off the lot it costs a lot 

 You forced to watch hands take they hand off the glock 

 Money don't stop long as I stay hot 

 Cook it up, chop it up, put it on the block 

 Bust a bullet on the chart till we hit the top 

 Nigga not too thick, the fold, I'm dipped in gold 

 You half a gram niggas, can never slam niggas 

 What part you don't understand? I'm the man nigga 

  

 [Chorus: (?)] X 2 

 Why not? 

 Makin moves and gettin money with my team 

 We them ghetto starz 

 This here is far from a dream 

 Official Nas, here to get up in that ass 

 Word up, pour some liquor in my cup and pass 

  

 [?]               

 Yo, word up kid, there's mad money in this 

 Grab the mic, handle your business 

 This here is for Official niggas only, no beginners 

 About my heavy metal, run the ghetto, where my sinners? 

 You feel me in my crazy world, I only deal with sinners 

 Hearin local reports from out the vocal laws up in the game 

 You violate nigga, I swear I tear you out the frame 

 Y'all niggas know the name, we represent the burrough Queens 

 With the same routines run with y'all gats to smithereens 

  

 [?] 

 Official Nas, and L-B fam 

 Bringin you the jam from the Queen-shy to get green-shy 

 Rob with us, shorty it's all live, peep the vibe 

 As we keep you wired, so up the stakes, cut the cake 

 Regulate, we delegate and dead they take 

 That's a rapper that it's official, track for track 

 I back slap you, with my other platinum plaques 

 You whack rap hopefulls, have you noddin like the dope do 

 Any member of my crew'll roze you 

 Number one spot, took that 

 Onyx show, book that 

 Got a bet, better know where to put that 

  

 [Chorus] X 2 

  

 [Sonsee] 

 I smoke weed in cars that cost more than your house 

 I got a fly chick with gats, hold coke in her blouse 

 I'm talkin about a hundred g's, show sold out 

 So you see that, you better shut your mouth 

 I used to scheme on niggas that had more than me 

 Now I'm that nigga and niggas scheme on me 

 I got a ghetto mentality 

 If a nigga front, I'm gattin 'em 

 I never had nothin, now my rolex is platinum 

 I be the same man, rich or poor 

 Wildin out at the club, time to hit the floor 

 Outside I got the infa, in the Ferrari cockpit 

 Fuck partyin with y'all, we already got shit 

 You rockless, nina you ain't got no props 

 Let me see you at the awards this years, I blow your spot 

 Even at a rich event, you can still get shot 

 Fuck that, as of now Onyx back in the mack 

 We guaranteed to start fights everytime we rap 

 Yo, who got next? Who got first? 

 I'm God Son, the illest nigga on this earth, what? 

  

 [Chorus] X 4