Str8 Ballin Lyrics
I &#[ Lyrics from: http://www.cloverlyrics.com/e1818-2_pac~str8_ballin_lyrics.html ]119;ould share the definition of ballin' with you white folks...<br />but no.<br /><br /><em>[Tupac]<br /><br />I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block.<br />Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks.<br />And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked.<br />And niggas laugh, til' tha first mothafucka got blasted.<br />I put the nigga in his casket,<br />Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic.<br />I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts. <br />I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.<br />And gettin' lost on the five-o, fuck them hos.<br />Got a 45 screamin' about survival.<br />Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some yay-yo.<br />Hollar "one-time" when I say so.<br />Don't want to go to the pen, I'm hittin' fences.<br />Narcs on a nigga's back, missin' me by inches.<br />And they say how do you survive weighin' 165<br />In a city where the skinny niggas die?<br />Tell Mama don't cry.<br />Even when they kill me,<br />They can never take the game from a young G.<br />I'm st8 ballin'!<br /><br />St8 ballin'!<br /><br />Still on parole and I'm the first nigga servin'<br />pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it.<br />But if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealin'.<br />It's kinda boomin' and today I'll make a killin'.<br />Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block.<br />It's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops.<br />Ha, I'm gettin' high. I think I'll die if I don't get no ends.<br />I'm in a bucket with 'em ridin' it like it's a Benz.<br />I hate to stip let my music bump,<br />Drinkin' liquor, and I'm lookin' for some hoes to fuck.<br />Rather die makin' money than live poor and legal<br />As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo.<br />A need money in a major way.<br />Time to fuck my BEEEYATCH!! Hey!, and getten' paid<br />You other mothafuckas callin',<br />But me and my mothafuckin' thug niggas,<br />We st8 ballin'!!<br /><br />St8 ballin'!<br /><br />Damned if I don't, and damned if a nigga do.<br />So watch a young mothafucka pull a trigga just to RAISE UP!<br />But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes<br />Young nigga time to do or die.<br />I keep a pistol in my pocket,<br />Ready on my block.<br />Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit.<br />And now they see that mothafucka beat pain,<br />At point blank range cause he slept on the game.<br />Ain't a damned thing changed<br />Shakin' the dice, now roll 'em,<br />If you can't stand pain better hold 'em.<br />Cause ain't no tellin' what you might roll.<br />You might go catch AIDS from a slight cold. Nigga.<br />Better live your life to the fullest,<br />You 'bout to kill a fool, got a pistol mothafucka better pull it.<br />Cause even when they kill me, <br />they can never take the game from a young G.<br />We st8 ballin'!<br /><br />We st8 ballin'!<br /><br />To my niggas in the penitentiary,<br />Loked up like a mothafucka when they mention me.<br />Cause you fuckin' with the realest motha fucka ever born,<br />And once again it's on, <br />I'm bustin' on these bitches till they gone.<br />Who the hell can you get to stop me?<br />I'm in the projects, parlaying with my posse.<br />I keep my glock cocked<br />I need it cause they're all shady.<br />I finally made it <br />now these jealous bitches tryin' to FADE me!<br />I ain't goin' out I'd rather blast back.<br />I'm on the corner with my niggas watchin' cash stack.<br />And I came up a long way from food stamps.<br />And takin' shit from the low-life ghetto tramps.<br />Could you blame me if they sweat me I'm gonna open fire.<br />What could I do? Pull my trigga or watch my nigga die.<br />I'm representin' to the fullest givin' devil slugs.<br />I'm on the block slangin' drugs with the young thugs.<br />And mothafucka, we be ballin'!<br />All mothafuckin' day long, stay strong!<br />We st8 ballin'.<br />