Str8 ballin
by 2 Pac
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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 st8 ballin´!
St8 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 st8 ballin´!!
St8 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 st8 ballin´!
We st8 ballin´!
To my niggas in the penitentiary,
Loked 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 st8 ballin´.
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 st8 ballin´!
St8 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 st8 ballin´!!
St8 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 st8 ballin´!
We st8 ballin´!
To my niggas in the penitentiary,
Loked 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 st8 ballin´.
