Str8 Ballin Lyrics

Str8 Ballin

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'.