I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks But, now, the game if for the soldier, not, so, f*ck you I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks Learn to throw them 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, f*ck them hos Got a forty-five screamin' 'bout 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 back, missin' me by inches And they say how do you survive weighin' one-sixty-five 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 straight ballin'! Straight ballin'! Straight 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 I'm dirty, 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, but I'm ridin' it like it's a Benz I hate to stip, but let my music bump Drinkin' liquor, and I'm lookin' for some hos to f*ck Rather die makin' money than live poor and legal As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo! I need money in a major way Time to f*ck my Beyatch! Hey, and gettin' paid You other mothafuckas fallin' But me, and my mothafuckin' thug niggas We straight ballin'! Straight ballin'! Straight 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 it, shit And I done seen 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 Best to live your life to the fullest Be quick 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 straight ballin'! Straight ballin'! Straight ballin' To my niggas in the penitentiary Locked up, like a mothafucka, when they mention me 'Cause you fuckin' with the realest mothafucka 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 a 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 straight ballin'
Written by: GEORGE JR. CLINTON, WILLIAM EARL COLLINS, GARY LEE COOPER, OSTEN S. JR. HARVEY, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR
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