Str8 Ballin - 2Pac
I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks...
I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block.
Little bad mothaf_cka with a pocket full of rocks.
And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked.
And n_ggas laugh, til' tha first mothaf_cka got blasted.
I put the n_gga in his casket,
Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic.
I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts.
I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.
And gettin' lost on the five-o, f_ck them hos.
Got a 45 screamin' about survival.
Hey n_gga can I lay low, cook some yay-yo.
Hollar "one-time" when I say so.
Don't want to go to the pen, I'm hittin' fences.
Narcs on a n_gga's back, missin' me by inches.
And they say how do you survive weighin' 165
In a city where the skinny n_ggas die?
Tell Mama don't cry.
Even when they kill me,
They can never take the game from a young G.
I'm st8 ballin'!
Still on parole and I'm the first n_gga servin'
pour some liquor on the curb for my n_ggas that deserve it.
But if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealin'.
It's kinda boomin' and today I'll make a killin'.
Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block.
It's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops.
Ha, I'm gettin' high. I think I'll die if I don't get no ends.
I'm in a bucket with 'em ridin' it like it's a Benz.
I hate to stip let my music bump,
Drinkin' liquor, and I'm lookin' for some hoes to f_ck.
Rather die makin' money than live poor and legal
As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo.
A need money in a major way.
Time to f_ck my BEEEYATCH!! Hey!, and getten' paid
You other mothaf_ckas callin',
But me and my mothaf_ckin' thug n_ggas,
We st8 ballin'!!
Damned if I don't, and damned if a n_gga do.
So watch a young mothaf_cka pull a trigga just to RAISE UP!
But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes
Young n_gga time to do or die.
I keep a pistol in my pocket,
Ready on my block.
Ain't no time for a n_gga to even cock sh_t.
And now they see that mothaf_cka beat pain,
At point blank range cause he slept on the game.
Ain't a damned thing changed
Shakin' the dice, now roll 'em,
If you can't stand pain better hold 'em.
Cause ain't no tellin' what you might roll.
You might go catch AIDS from a slight cold. N_gga.
Better live your life to the fullest,
You 'bout to kill a fool, got a pistol mothaf_cka better pull it.
Cause even when they kill me,
they can never take the game from a young G.
We st8 ballin'!
We st8 ballin'!
To my n_ggas in the penitentiary,
Loked up like a mothaf_cka when they mention me.
Cause you f_ckin' with the realest motha f_cka ever born,
And once again it's on,
I'm bustin' on these b_tches till they gone.
Who the hell can you get to stop me?
I'm in the projects, parlaying with my posse.
I keep my glock cocked
I need it cause they're all shady.
I finally made it
now these jealous b_tches tryin' to FADE me!
I ain't goin' out I'd rather blast back.
I'm on the corner with my n_ggas watchin' cash stack.
And I came up a long way from food stamps.
And takin' sh_t from the low-life ghetto tramps.
Could you blame me if they sweat me I'm gonna open fire.
What could I do? Pull my trigga or watch my n_gga die.
I'm representin' to the fullest givin' devil slugs.
I'm on the block slangin' drugs with the young thugs.
And mothaf_cka, we be ballin'!
All mothaf_ckin' day long, stay strong!
We st8 ballin'.