Lyric 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 .
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 .
