[Intro]
I would share the definition of ballin'
With you white folks, but no
The game is to be sold not told, so f** you
[Hook: Sample]
I'm just living and a lovin'
Waiting for the moment
When you've got time to k**
[Verse 1]
I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block
Little bad muthaf**a' with a pocket full of rocks
Learn to throw them thangs, get my skinny little a** kicked
And n***as laugh til the first muthaf**a' got blasted
I put that n***a in his casket
Now they covering the ba*tard 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
f** them hoes
Got a .45, screaming out survival
Hey n***a, 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 n***a's back, missing me by inches
And they say: "how do you survive weighing 165
In a city where the skinny n***as die?"
Tell Mama "don't cry"
Cause even when they k** me
They can never take the game from a young G
I'm Str8 ballin'!
[Hook: Sample]x2
I'm just living and a lovin'
Waiting for the moment
When you've got time to k**
[Verse 2]
I'm still on parole, but I'm the first n***a serving
Pour some liquor on the curb for my n***as 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 k**ing
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 f**
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** my beyach! Ha! And getting paid
You other muthaf**ers crawlin'
But me and my muthaf**in' thug n***as
We str8 ballin'!!!
[Hook: Sample]x2
I'm just living and a lovin'
Waiting for the moment
When you've got time to k**
[2pac during 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, n***a, do time
The police right behind
They can't see me, they wanna be me
Str8 muthaf**in' ballin'
Start letting it off, n***a this 94, and n***as want mo'
That's how it's goin down my muthaf**in' n***a
Bulletproof vests and all, you know?
[Verse 3]
Damned if I don't, and damned if a n***a do
So watch a young motherf**er pull a trigger just to raise up!
But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes
Young n***a, time to do or die
I keep a pistol in my pocket, ready
On my block ain't no time for a n***a to even co*k sh**
And I done seen a muthaf**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 n***a
Best to live your life to the fullest
Be quick to k** the bull
Got a pistol, motherf**er, better pull it
Cause even when they k** me, they can never
Take the game from a young G. We st8 ballin'!
[Hook: Sample]x2
I'm just living and a lovin'
Waiting for the moment
When you've got time to k**
[2pac during hook]
They have you n***as believe you bout to die
When we really coming up like a muthaf**a
Just str8 ballin', know what I'm sayin'?
f** that small-time nickel-and-dime sh**
If you gonna do it, do it n***a
If you want it, pursue it!
We can handle the sh**
It's time for n***as to stay ballin'!
We made this muthaf**a! For who?
[Verse 4]
To my n***as in the penitentiary
Loc up like a motherf**a when they mention me
Cause you f**in' with the realest motherf**a ever born
And, once again, it's on
I'm busting on these b**hes 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 co*ked
n***a, cause they all shady
I finally made it, now these jealous b**hes trying to fade me!
I ain't going out, I'd rather blast back
I'm on the corner with my n***as watching cash stack
And I came up a long way from food stamps
And taking sh** 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***a die
I'm representing to the fullest, giving devil slugs
I'm on the block slanging d** with the young thugs
And motherf**a, we be ballin'!
All motherf**in day long! Stay strong! We str8 ballin