I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks...
but no.
(Tupac)
I'm
up before the sunrise, first to hit the block.
Little bad mothafucka with a
pocket full of rocks.
And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass
kicked.
And niggas laugh, til' tha first mothafucka got blasted.
I put the
nigga 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, fuck them hos.
Got a
45 screamin' about survival.
Hey nigga 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 nigga's back, missin' me by inches.
And they say how do
you survive weighin' 165
In a city where the skinny niggas die?
Tell Mama
don't cry.
Even when they kill me,
They can never take the game from a
young G.
I'm str8 ballin'!
Str8 ballin'!
Still on parole and
I'm the first nigga servin'
pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas 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 fuck.
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 fuck my BEEEYATCH!! Hey!, and
getten' paid
You other mothafuckas callin',
But me and my mothafuckin'
thug niggas,
We str8 ballin'!!
Str8 ballin'!
Damned if I don't,
and damned if a nigga do.
So watch a young mothafucka pull a trigga just to
RAISE UP!
But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes
Young nigga time
to do or die.
I keep a pistol in my pocket,
Ready on my block.
Ain't no
time for a nigga to even cock shit.
And now they see that mothafucka 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. Nigga.
Better live your life to the
fullest,
You 'bout to kill a fool, got a pistol mothafucka better pull it.
Cause
even when they kill me,
they can never take the game from a young G.
We
str8 ballin'!
We str8 ballin'!
To my niggas in the penitentiary,
Locked
up like a mothafucka when they mention me.
Cause you fuckin' with the realest
motha fucka ever born,
And once again it's on,
I'm bustin' on these
bitches 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 bitches tryin' to
FADE me!
I ain't goin' out I'd rather blast back.
I'm on the corner with
my niggas watchin' cash stack.
And I came up a long way from food stamps.
And
takin' shit 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
nigga die.
I'm representin' to the fullest givin' devil slugs.
I'm on the
block slangin' drugs with the young thugs.
And mothafucka, we be ballin'!
All
mothafuckin' day long, stay strong!
We str8 ballin'.
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