Getto Star lyrics

Artist  : Fatal 
Song : Getto Star



 Send "Getto Star" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
[Tame One]
Wait`ll niggaz hear that Tame and Fatal got down
and made it straight
from Uptown with six sacks and this track that`s
in the background
Stop stressin from the chest up, we messed up
off that best stuff that fits up in yo` Dutch
Situation like this, you get blown to bits
f**kin with this Brick lyricist, more complex
than the Pyramids
Here it is, Strictly Biz like small print
In between them bong hits, we drop the strong
shit
Chickenheads say, "Who him?" with
f**ked up Timb`s
Knotty fro and baggy denims, spendin up the
Benjamins
in city tenaments, the Boom Skwadron odd man
Don`t give a f**k like Rodman ("What are you
doing?")
With no rings like Patrick Ewing
("What?")
still I play hard regardless
Acquitted from the charges throwin darts up at
the heartless
Aimin for your brain, Tame One, one of the
darkest
Brown like the chocolate, poppin your metropolis

Chorus: Fatal Hussein

Around my way, all they do is shoot dice all day
Escapin secret indictments, gettin nice all day
Don`t let em fold ya, Outlawz, the Getto Star
soldiers
Give this letter to the President, before this
sh*t is over
(repeat 2X)

[Fatal Hussein]
When Hussein aim, puttin they brains on walls
like Tame name
Blastin these motherf**kers cause they just can`t
maintain
Y`all plain Jane`s gel in the ?Well`s? county of
Sing-Sing
Me and Young Noble, got em strung hold em for
hostage
Lyrics verbally toxic, spit like doubled edged
optics
My sh*t is milk, wearin silk shirts with
chocolates
Y`all broke and can`t cop shit, I get, physically
fit
on some evil eye ready to die shit
This Thug shit, niggaz get beat down and shot up
I saw this one nigga, get stolen on and your soul
got up
Stolen car, roll past the bar, toured a lot of
city
Gave him an eighth and he cooked his whole
product
It`s a shame how you cowards change the game for
narcotic
You don`t get it, don`t got it, the love of money
get exotic
If you old you get shot at, and can`t walk the
streets
without gettin your lil` money hungry soft as*
spot

Chorus

[Fatal Hussein]
We adapt to the system like ?Eddie Bap? on
mission
Get an ounce of izm, two six-packs, and kid
listen
Just a dip on the task, my little niggaz on the
ave
Do a bid and laugh, come home and cop a half
Hit me with twenty hundred, what you got was
fronted
Now run it, I got this f**kin drug spot where I
want it
So don`t be dissin new, when you ain`t got sh*t
to do
Five thousand dollars, charge free, right out
municipal

[Tame One]
Niggaz get played off to the left like they was
southpaws
Toss you to the Outlawz, then let them shoot it
out
for what you clock for -- got more than you
expected
When I inject correct shit, it gets hectic
f**kin comin up with that next shit, Thug niggaz
and bugged niggaz
Luce? steel is tight, I`m straight up like
midnight
We burn mics on turnpikes, we swervin through the
lanes
We throw chains at bit*hes, it`s back to New Jeru
to get these riches

Chorus