Thug Life - Str8 Ballin' - Album Version (Edited) lyrics

I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks But no I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block Little bad mothaf**a with a pocket full of rocks And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little a** kicked And n***as laugh, til' tha first mothaf**a got blasted I put the n***a in his casket Now they coverin' the ba*tard 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, f** them hoes Got a 45 screamin' about survival Hey n***a 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 n***a's back, missin' me by inches And they say how do you survive weighin' 165 In a city where the skinny n***as die? Tell Mama don't cry Even when they k** me They can never take the game from a young G I'm str8 ballin' Str8 ballin' Still on parole and I'm the first n***a servin' Pour some liquor on the curb for my n***as that deserve it But if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealin' It's kinda boomin' and today I'll make a k**in' 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 f** 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 f** my BEEEYATCHHey!, and getten' paid You other mothaf**as callin' But me and my mothaf**in' thug n***as We str8 ballin' Str8 ballin' Damned if I don't, and damned if a n***a do So watch a young mothaf**a pull a trigga 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 now they see that mothaf**a 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. n***a Better live your life to the fullest You 'bout to k** a fool, got a pistol mothaf**a better pull it Cause even when they k** me They can never take the game from a young G We str8 ballin' We str8 ballin' To my n***as in the penitentiary Loked up like a mothaf**a when they mention me Cause you f**in' with the realest motha f**a ever born And once again it's on I'm bustin' on these b**hes 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 co*ked I need it cause they're all shady I finally made it Now these jealous b**hes tryin' to FADE me I ain't goin' out I'd rather blast back I'm on the corner with my n***as watchin' cash stack And I came up a long way from food stamps And takin' sh** 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 n***a die I'm representin' to the fullest givin' devil slugs I'm on the block slangin' d** with the young thugs And mothaf**a, we be ballin' All mothaf**in' day long, stay strong We str8 ballin'