2 Pac - Str8 Ballin' Lyrics
I would share the definition of ballin with you white folks...But no.(tupac)Im up before the sunrise, first to hit the block.Little bad motha*****a with a pocket full of rocks.And Im totin these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked.And niggas laugh, til tha first motha*****a 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.Im tryin to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.And gettin lost on the five-o, ***** 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.Dont want to go to the pen, Im hittin fences.Narcs on a niggas back, missin me by inches.And they say how do you survive weighin 165In a city where the skinny niggas die?Tell mama dont cry.Even when they kill me,They can never take the game from a young g.Im st8 ballin!St8 ballin!Still on parole and Im the first nigga servinPour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it.But if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealin.Its kinda boomin and today Ill make a killin.Dressin down like a villian, but only on the block.Its a clever disguise to keep me runnin from the cops.Ha, Im gettin high. I think Ill die if I dont get no ends.Im in a bucket with em ridin it like its a benz.I hate to stip let my music bump,Drinkin liquor, and Im lookin for some hoes to *****.Rather die makin money than live poor and legalAs I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo.A need money in a major way.Time to ***** my beeeyatch!! hey!, and getten paidYou other motha*****as callin,But me and my motha*****in thug niggas,We st8 ballin!!St8 ballin!Damned if I dont, and damned if a nigga do.So watch a young motha*****a pull a trigga just to raise up!But dont let them see you cry, dry your eyesYoung nigga time to do or die.I keep a pistol in my pocket,Ready on my block.Aint no time for a nigga to even ***** shit.And now they see that motha*****a beat pain,At point blank range cause he slept on the game.Aint a damned thing changedShakin the dice, now roll em,If you cant stand pain better hold em.Cause aint 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 motha*****a 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 motha*****a when they mention me.Cause you *****in with the realest motha *****a ever born,And once again its on,Im bustin on these *****es till they gone.Who the hell can you get to stop me?Im in the projects, parlaying with my posse.I keep my glock *****edI need it cause theyre all shady.I finally made itNow these jealous *****es tryin to fade me!I aint goin out Id rather blast back.Im 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 Im gonna open fire.What could I do? pull my trigga or watch my nigga die.Im representin to the fullest givin devil slugs.Im on the block slangin drugs with the young thugs.And motha*****a, we be ballin!All motha*****in day long, stay strong!We str8 ballin.
