Str8 Ballin

I would share the definition of ballin` with you white folks...<br>but no.<br><br>(Tupac)<br><br>I`m up before the sunrise, first to hit the block.<br>Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks.<br>And I`m totin` these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked.<br>And niggas laugh, til` tha first mothafucka got blasted.<br>I put the nigga in his casket,<br>Now they coverin` the bastard in plastic.<br>I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts. <br>I`m tryin` to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.<br>And gettin` lost on the five-o, fuck them hos.<br>Got a 45 screamin` about survival.<br>Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some yay-yo.<br>Hollar "one-time" when I say so.<br>Don`t want to go to the pen, I`m hittin` fences.<br>Narcs on a nigga`s back, missin` me by inches.<br>And they say how do you survive weighin` 165<br>In a city where the skinny niggas die?<br>Tell Mama don`t cry.<br>Even when they kill me,<br>They can never take the game from a young G.<br>I`m st8 ballin`!<br><br>St8 ballin`!<br><br>Still on parole and I`m the first nigga servin`<br>pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it.<br>But if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealin`.<br>It`s kinda boomin` and today I`ll make a killin`.<br>Dressin` down like a villian`, but only on the block.<br>It`s a clever disguise to keep me runnin` from the cops.<br>Ha, I`m gettin` high. I think I`ll die if I don`t get no ends.<br>I`m in a bucket with `em ridin` it like it`s a Benz.<br>I hate to stip let my music bump,<br>Drinkin` liquor, and I`m lookin` for some hoes to fuck.<br>Rather die makin` money than live poor and legal<br>As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo.<br>A need money in a major way.<br>Time to fuck my BEEEYATCH!! Hey!, and getten` paid<br>You other mothafuckas callin`,<br>But me and my mothafuckin` thug niggas,<br>We st8 ballin`!!<br><br>St8 ballin`!<br><br>Damned if I don`t, and damned if a nigga do.<br>So watch a young mothafucka pull a trigga just to RAISE UP!<br>But don`t let them see you cry, dry your eyes<br>Young nigga time to do or die.<br>I keep a pistol in my pocket,<br>Ready on my block.<br>Ain`t no time for a nigga to even cock shit.<br>And now they see that mothafucka beat pain,<br>At point blank range cause he slept on the game.<br>Ain`t a damned thing changed<br>Shakin` the dice, now roll `em,<br>If you can`t stand pain better hold `em.<br>Cause ain`t no tellin` what you might roll.<br>You might go catch AIDS from a slight cold. Nigga.<br>Better live your life to the fullest,<br>You `bout to kill a fool, got a pistol mothafucka better pull it.<br>Cause even when they kill me, <br>they can never take the game from a young G.<br>We st8 ballin`!<br><br>We st8 ballin`!<br><br>To my niggas in the penitentiary,<br>Loked up like a mothafucka when they mention me.<br>Cause you fuckin` with the realest motha fucka ever born,<br>And once again it`s on, <br>I`m bustin` on these bitches till they gone.<br>Who the hell can you get to stop me?<br>I`m in the projects, parlaying with my posse.<br>I keep my glock cocked<br>I need it cause they`re all shady.<br>I finally made it <br>now these jealous bitches tryin` to FADE me!<br>I ain`t goin` out I`d rather blast back.<br>I`m on the corner with my niggas watchin` cash stack.<br>And I came up a long way from food stamps.<br>And takin` shit from the low-life ghetto tramps.<br>Could you blame me if they sweat me I`m gonna open fire.<br>What could I do? Pull my trigga or watch my nigga die.<br>I`m representin` to the fullest givin` devil slugs.<br>I`m on the block slangin` drugs with the young thugs.<br>And mothafucka, we be ballin`!<br>All mothafuckin` day long, stay strong!<br>We st8 ballin`.