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2PAC lyrics : "Straight Ballin'"

[Intro]
I would share the definition of ballin'
With you white folks, but no

The game is to be sold not told, so $#&@ you

[Hook]

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 mutha$#&@a' with a pocket full of rocks
Learn to throw them thangs, get my skinny little $$# kicked
And ^!$$%s laugh til the first mutha$#&@a' got blasted

I put that ^!$$% in his casket
Now they covering the !@$( 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
$#&@ them hoes

Got a .45, screaming out survival
Hey ^!$$%, 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 ^!$$%'s back, missing me by inches
And they say: "how do you survive weighing 165

In a city where the skinny ^!$$%s 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]

[Verse 2]

I'm still on parole, but I'm the first ^!$$% serving
Pour some liquor on the curb for my ^!$$%s 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
Dressin' down like a villian', 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 $#&@
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 $#&@ my beyach! Ha! And getting paid
You other mutha$#&@ers fallin'

But me and my mutha$#&@in' thug ^!$$%s, We str8 ballin'!!!

[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, ^!$$%, do time
The police right behind

They can't see me, they wanna be me
Str8 mutha$#&@in' ballin'
Start letting it off, ^!$$% this 94, and ^!$$%s want mo'

That's how it's goin down my mutha$#&@in' ^!$$%
Bulletproof vests and all, you know?


[Verse 3]
Damned if I don't, and damned if a ^!$$% do
So watch a young mother$#&@er pull a trigger just to raise up!

But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes
Young ^!$$%, time to do or die
I keep a pistol in my pocket, ready

On my block ain't no time for a ^!$$% to even @@#! %#@!
And I done seen a mutha$#&@a' 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, mother$#&@er, better pull it
Cause even when they kill me, they can never
Take the game from a young G. We st8 ballin'!


[Hook]

They have you ^!$$%s believe you bout to die
When we really coming up like a mutha$#&@a

Just str8 ballin', know what I'm sayin'?
$#&@ that small-time nickel-and-dime %#@!
If you gonna do it, do it ^!$$%
If you want it, pursue it!
We can handle the %#@!

It's time for ^!$$%s to stay ballin'!
We made this mutha$#&@a! For who?

[Verse 4]
To my ^!$$%s in the penitentiary
Loc up like a mother$#&@a when they mention me

Cause you $#&@in' with the realest mother$#&@a ever born
And, once again, it's on
I'm busting on these (*##$es 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 @@#!ed
^!$$%, cause they all shady

I finally made it, now these jealous (*##$es trying to fade me!
I ain't going out, I'd rather blast back
I'm on the corner with my ^!$$%s watching cash stack
And I came up a long way from food stamps
And taking %#@! 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 ^!$$% die
I'm representing to the fullest, giving devil slugs
I'm on the block slanging drugs with the young thugs
And mother$#&@a, we be ballin'!
All mother$#&@in day long! Stay strong! We str8 ballin

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