Onyx - Ghetto Starz Lyrics

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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: Mr. Cheeks (repeat 2X)

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

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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 smithereensOfficial 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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