Str8 Ballin lyrics

Artist  : Thug Life 
Song : 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
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'.