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Ghetto celebriteeeeeee...
(You ain't heard shit, you did shit
you got yo' wig split)
From a nobody nigga, to a celebriteeeeee..
{Nobody..

a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..
(You ain't did shit, you ain't shit
you got yo' wig split)
From a nobody nigga, to a celebriteeeeee..
{Nobody..

(AHHHH)
I got straight thrick-fifty-fifty-seven,
are criminals, thugs, hoodlums, heathens
Smoke wet, daddies, sherm,
bloop dip dip water water fry
Crack, COCAINE yola, bloody
brought it in on a plane, and I put it on my streets
1300 block,
40 in the kitchen cookin, ice
Zippers, zones, and hubba rocks
Gotta little kids to the front runnin around distractin the cops
Skirts, breezies felines, hootchies
Playaz pimpin, gettin blunted and forties
Cougars, Firebirds, Falcons and Fairlanes
Monte Carlos, Mavericks, Novas and Mustangs
Bout them dollars (bout dollars)
Sittin on (sittin on twinkies)
Need a half a key? Need to see me, Mr. Local Celebrity

Chorus: Suga T each 3rd in ()

From a nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..
[From a nobody nigga, ghettofab is the
{Nobody.. (Mmmmmmm, ghetto celebrity!)
From a nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..
[From a nigga, ghettofab is the word]
{Nobody.. (Ghetto celebrity)
From a nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..
[From a nobody nigga, is the word]
{Nobody.. nobody} (Mmmmmmm, celebrity!)
a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..
[From a nigga, ghettofab is the word]
{Nobody.. (Ghetto celebrity)

BEOTCH! Fo' A.M., tryin to some bank
with a bulletproof apron, cookin the
in letter C, building number three
Where and their grandma be
but everybody me though, WE FOLKS
Mustard and mayonnaise seen us in vogues
Ain't no, snitch
Just pimps and playaz, hookers and
Only problem that we haaaaave, is the man
Cause a couple of ago they went up in one of my, methamphetamine labs
shit, we rides, hardtops and trucks
Empty the clip dere, high speeds, on the cops
It's mad dope like the Grinch, who did what? Who stole
Attitude over there by the fence
Toe-tagged him, that's how found yo' dirt
Damn, uh-ohh, shit, him up
The homey from the block got busted for robbin an armed truck
Assed out, to' up, stupid
without a doubt, shit out of (shit out of luck)
I ain't no fictionary rhymer, fool I'm a
ever since I came out of my, momma's

Been smokin since nine, but I got too used to her
Now I be powderin my nose, with some of that there sugar
My G's me I'm out of line but my head is all I can see
I know some timahs that been for years, and they still sharpest
of the game let me explain you can take some notes (notes)
I never hung kids, just grown folks
When a drought in the town, we sell BOMB
and let our boys drive our cars to the
Vipers, Bentleys, Jaguars, drop-top
Porsches, Lincolns Volvo S-80's
Stretchers, choppers, heat and M-16's
SK's, sawed off shotguns,
AK's, fresh out the box, the choo choo train (the choo train)
Po-Po, it unlocked, now that's some game!
You know, that I know, that you who I be
Need a half a key, come see me, Mr. Local Celebrity, UHHH

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Never a big timah.. ghetto celebrity
Don't forget me you.. ghetto celebrity
Hustlin, money.. ghetto
Do you gotta do.. ghetto celebrity