Str8 Ballin’

I’d rather die making money / Than live poor and legal / As I slang another ounce and wish it was a kilo
I would share the definition of ballin’
With you white folks, but now
The game is to be sold not told
So fuck y’all

I’m just living and a lovin’
Waiting for the moment
When you’ve got time to kill

I’m up before the sunrise
First to hit the block
Little bad muthafucka
With a pocket full of rocks
Learn to throw them thangs
Get my skinny little ass kicked
And niggas laugh 
Til the first muthafucka’ got blasted
I put that nigga in his casket
Now they covering the bastard in plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular
Buck when it counts
I’m trying to make a million dollars
Out a quarter-ounce
And getting ghost on the 5-0
Fuck them hoes
Got a .45, screaming out survival
Hey nigga, can I lay low?
Cook some yay-yo
Holla “one-time” when I say so
Don’t wanna to go to the pen
I’m hitting fences
NARCs on a nigga’s back
Missing me by inches
And they say:
“how do you survive weighing 165
In a city where the skinny niggas 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’!


Yeah, str8 ballin’


I’m still on parole
But I’m the first nigga serving
Pour some liquor on the curb
For my niggas 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
Let my music bump
Drinking liquor
And I’m looking for some hoes to fuck
Rather die making money
Than live poor and legal
As I slang another ounce 
And wish it was a kilo
I need money in a major way
Time to fuck my beyach! Ha!
And getting paid
You other muthafuckers crawlin’
But me and my muthafuckin’ thug niggas
We str8 ballin’

[Hook] (x2)

[2pac over hook]
Look here, y’all know what time it is
This the part where y’all loc up
Know what I’m sayin’?
Doing 55, nigga, do time
The police right behind
They can’t see me, they wanna be me
Str8 muthafuckin’ ballin’
Start letting it off, nigga this 94, and niggas want mo’
That’s how it’s goin down my muthafuckin’ nigga
Bulletproof vests and all, you know?

Damned if I don’t
And damned if a nigga do
So watch a young motherfucker 
Pull a trigger 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 I done seen a muthafucka 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
Best to live your life to the fullest
Be quick to kill the bull
Got a pistol, motherfucker
Better pull it
Cause even when they kill me
They can never take the game
From a young G
We str8 ballin’

[Hook] (x2)

[2pac over hook]
They have you niggas believe you bout to die
When we really coming up like a muthafucka
Just str8 ballin’, know what I’m sayin’?
Fuck that small-time nickel-and-dime shit
If you gonna do it, do it nigga
If you want it, pursue it!
We can handle the shit
It’s time for niggas to stay ballin’!
We made this muthafucka! For who?

To my niggas in the penitentiary
Loc’d up like a motherfucka
When they mention me
Cause you fuckin’ 
With the realest motherfucka ever born
And, once again, it’s on
I’m busting on these bitches till 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 cocked
Nigga, cause they all shady
I finally made it
Now these jealous bitches trying to fade me!
I ain’t going out
I’d rather blast back
I’m on the corner with my niggas
Watching cash stack
And I came up a long way from food stamps
And taking shit 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 nigga die
I’m representing to the fullest
Giving devil slugs
I’m on the block slanging drugs 
With the young thugs
And motherfucka, we be ballin’!
All motherfuckin day long! Stay strong!
We str8 ballin