12. Str8 Ballin
I would share the definition of balling with you white folks but now... the game is to be told not sold so fuck you. [Tupac] I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block. Little bad motherfucker with a pocket full of rocks. And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked. And niggas laugh, 'til the first motherfucker 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 hit the strip 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 BEACH! Hey! And gettin' paid You other motherfuckers 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 motherfucker pull a trigger 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 motherfucker 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're 'bout to kill a fool, got a pistol motherfucker 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, Locked up like a motherfucker when they mention me. 'Cause you're fuckin' with the realest motherfucker ever born, And once again it's on, I'm bustin' on these bitches till they're 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 trigger 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 motherfucker, we be ballin'! All mothafuckin' day long, stay strong! We st8 ballin'.
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