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Onyx - Ghetto Starz lyrics
featuring Lost Boyz 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 |
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