Str8 Ballin

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

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 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, 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 hate to stip let my music bump,

Drinkin' liquor, and I'm lookin' for some hoes to fuck.

Rather die makin' money than live poor and legal