Str8 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 a** kicked.
And ****s laugh, til' tha first mothafucka got blasted.
I put the ***a in his casket,
Now they coverin' the b*****d 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 ***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 nigga's back, missin' me by inches.
And they say how do you survive weighin' 165
In a city where the skinny ****s 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 ***a servin'
Pour some liquor on the curb for my ****s 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 mothafuckas callin',
But me and my mothafuckin' thug ****s,
We st8 ballin'!!
St8 ballin'!
Damned if I don't, and damned if a ***a 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 ***a time to do or die.
I keep a pistol in my pocket,
Ready on my block.
Ain't no time for a ***a to even c*** s**t.
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. N***a.
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 ****s in the penitentiary,
Loked up like a mothafucka when they mention me.
Cause you fu***' with the realest motha fucka ever born,
And once again it's on,
I'm bustin' on these b*****s 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*****s tryin' to fade me!
I ain't goin' out I'd rather blast back.
I'm on the corner with my ****s watchin' cash stack.
And I came up a long way from food stamps.
And takin' s**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 ***a 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'.