Str8 Ballin’ lyrics

[Intro]
I would share the definition of ballin’
With you white folks, but no
The game is to be sold and not told, so f*ck you

[Hook: Sample]
I'm just living and a lovin'
Waiting for the moment
When you've got time to kill

[Verse 1]
I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block
Little bad muthaf*cka with a pocket full of rocks
Learn to throw them thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked
And n*ggas laugh 'til the first muthaf*cka got blasted
I put that n*gga in his casket
Now they covering the bast*rd in plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular, f*ck when it counts
I'm trying to make a million dollars out a quarter-ounce
And getting ghost on the 5-0—f*ck them hoes
Got a .45, screaming out survival
Hey n*gga, can I lay low? Cook some yayo
Holla "one-time" when I say so
Don't wanna go to the pen, I'm hitting fences
NARCs on a n*gga's back, missing me by inches
And they say: "How do you survive weighing 165
In a city where the skinny n*ggas die?"
Tell Mama "don't cry", 'cause even when they kill me
They can never take the game from a young G
I'm Str8 ballin'!
[Hook: Sample]
I'm just living and a lovin'
Waiting for the moment
When you've got time to kill
(Str8 ballin')
I'm just living and a lovin'
Waiting for the moment
When you've got time to kill

[Verse 2]
I'm still on parole, but I'm the first n*gga serving
Pour some liquor on the curb for my n*ggas that deserve it
But if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealing
It's kinda booming 'round the way, and today I'll make a killing
Dressing down like I’m dirty, but only on the block
It's a clever disguise to keep me running from the cops
I'm getting high, I think I'll die if I don't get no ends
I'm in a bucket, but I’m riding it like it's a Benz
I hit the strip and let my music bump
Drinking liquor and I'm looking for some hoes to f*ck
Rather die making money than live poor and legal
As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo
I need money in a major way
Time to f*ck my beyotch! Ha! And getting paid
You other muthaf*ckers crawlin'
But me and my muthaf*ckin' thug n*ggas—we str8 ballin'!!!
[Hook: Sample]
I'm just living and a lovin'
Waiting for the moment
When you've got time to kill
I'm just living and a lovin'
Waiting for the moment
When you've got time to kill

[2Pac during hook]
Look here, y'all know what time it is
This the part where y'all loc up
You now what I'm sayin'? Str8 ballin'
Doing 55, n*gga, do time
The police right behind
They can't see me, they wanna be me
Str8 muthaf*ckin' ballin'
Start letting it off, n*gga, this '94, and n*ggas want mo'
We str8 ballin'
That's how it's goin down my muthaf*ckin' n*gga
Bulletproof vests and all, you know?

[Verse 3]
I'm damned if I don't, and damned if a n*gga do
So watch a young motherf*cker pull a trigger just to raise up!
But don't let them see you cry
Dry your eyes, young n*gga, time to do or die
I keep a pistol in my pocket, ready
On my block, ain't no time for a n*gga to even c*ck sh*t
And I done seen a muthaf*cka’ peep pain
At point-blank range 'cause he slept on the game
And ain't a damned thing changed
You shaking the dice, now roll 'em
If you can't stand pain, better hold 'em
'Cause ain't no telling what you might roll
You might fold, catch AIDS from a slight cold, n*gga
Best to live your life to the fullest
Be quick to kill the bull
Got a pistol, motherf*cker, better pull it
'Cause even when they kill me
They can never take the game from a young G
We str8 ballin'!
[Hook: Sample]
I'm just living and a lovin'
Waiting for the moment
When you've got time to kill
I'm just living and a lovin'
Waiting for the moment
When you've got time to kill

[2Pac during hook]
They have you n*ggas believe you bout to die
When we really coming up like a muthaf*cka
Just str8 ballin', know what I'm sayin'?
f*ck that small-time nickel-and-dime sh*t
If you gonna do it, do it, n*gga
If you want it, pursue it!
We can handle the sh*t
It's time for n*ggas to stay ballin'!
We made this muthaf*cka! For who?

[Verse 4]
To my n*ggas in the penitentiary
Loc up like a motherf*cka when they mention me
'Cause you f*ckin' with the realest motherf*cka ever born
And once again, it's on
I'm busting on these b*tches 'til they gone
Now who the hell can you get to stop me?
I'm in the projects, parlaying with my posse
I keep my Glock c*cked, n*gga, 'cause they all shady
I finally made it, now these jealous b*tches trying to fade me!
I ain't going out, I'd rather blast back
I'm on the corner with my n*ggas watching cash stack
And I came up a long way from food stamps
And taking sh*t from these low-life ghetto tramps
How could you blame me? If they sweat me I'mma open fire!
What could I do? Pull my trigger or watch my n*gga die
I'm representing to the fullest, giving devils slugs
I'm on the block slanging drugs with the young thugs
And motherf*cka, we be ballin'!
All motherf*ckin' day long! Stay strong!
We straight ballin'