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
As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo.
A need money in a major way.
Time to fuck my BEEEYATCH!! Hey!, and getten ' paid
You other mothafuckas 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 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 shit.
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. Nigga.
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 niggas in the penitentiary,
Loked up like a mothafucka when they mention me.
Cause you fuckin ' with the realest motha fucka 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 gonna 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 st8 ballin '.
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