Str8 Ballin'

2Pac

4 Nov 2003

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Str8 Balling - 2Pac (图派克·阿玛鲁·夏库尔)

I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks

But no

 

 

 

I'm up before the sunrise first to hit the block

Little bad mothaf**ka with a pocket full of rocks

And I'm totin' these thangs get my skinny little a** kicked

And niggas laugh til' tha first mothaf**ka got blasted

I put the ni**a 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 f**k them hos

Got a 45 screamin' about survival

Hey ni**a 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 ni**a'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 ni**a 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 f**k

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 f**k my BEEEYATCH Hey and getten' paid

You other mothaf**kas callin'

But me and my mothaf**kin' thug niggas

We st8 ballin'

St8 ballin'

 

Damned if I don't and damned if a ni**a do

So watch a young mothaf**ka pull a trigga just to RAISE UP

But don't let them see you cry dry your eyes

Young ni**a time to do or die

I keep a pistol in my pocket

Ready on my block

Ain't no time for a ni**a to even cock sh*t

And now they see that mothaf**ka 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 Ni**a

Better live your life to the fullest

You 'bout to kill a fool got a pistol mothaf**ka 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 mothaf**ka when they mention me

Cause you f**kin' with the realest motha f**ka ever born

And once again it's on

I'm bustin' on these b**ches 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 b**ches 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' sh*t 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 ni**a die

I'm representin' to the fullest givin' devil slugs

I'm on the block slangin' drugs with the young thugs

And mothaf**ka we be ballin'

All mothaf**kin' day long stay strong

We st8 ballin'

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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