Str8 Ballin'

I would share the definition of ballin with you white folks
But no

Im up before the sunrise first to hit the block
Little bad mothaf**ka with a pocket full of rocks
And Im totin these thangs get my skinny little ass kicked
And niggas laugh til tha first mothaf**ka got blasted
I put the nigga in his casket
Now they coverin the bastard in plastic
I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts
Im tryin to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
And gettin lost on the five-o f**k them hos
Got a 45 screamin about survival
Hey nigga can I lay low cook some yay-yo
Hollar 'one-time' when I say so
Dont want to go to the pen Im hittin fences
Narcs on a niggas back missin me by inches
And they say how do you survive weighin 165
In a city where the skinny niggas die
Tell Mama dont cry
Even when they kill me
They can never take the game from a young G
Im st8 ballin
St8 ballin
Still on parole and Im the first nigga servin
Pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it
But if I want to make a million gotta stay dealin
Its kinda boomin and today Ill make a killin
Dressin down like a villian but only on the block
Its a clever disguise to keep me runnin from the cops
Ha Im gettin high I think Ill die if I dont get no ends
Im in a bucket with emridin it like its a Benz
I hate to stip let my music bump
Drinkin liquor and Im lookin for some hoes to f**k
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**k my BEEEYATCH Hey and getten paid
You other mothaf**kas callin
But me and my mothaf**kin thug niggas
We st8 ballin
St8 ballin

Damned if I dont and damned if a nigga do
So watch a young mothaf**ka pull a trigga just to RAISE UP
But dont 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
Aint no time for a nigga to even cock shit
And now they see that mothaf**ka beat pain
At point blank range cause he slept on the game
Aint a damned thing changed
Shakin the dice now roll em
If you cant stand pain better hold em
Cause aint no tellin what you might roll
You might go catch AIDS from a slight cold Nigga
Better live your life to the fullest
You bout to kill a fool got a pistol mothaf**ka better pull it
Cause even when they kill me
They can never take the game from a young G
We st8 ballin

We st8 ballin

To my niggas in the penitentiary
Loked up like a mothaf**ka when they mention me
Cause you f**kin with the realest motha f**ka ever born
And once again its on
Im bustin on these bitches tillthey gone
Who the hell can you get to stop me
Im in the projects parlaying with my posse
I keep my glock cocked
I need it cause theyre all shady
I finally made it
Now these jealous bitches tryin to FADE me
I aint goin out Id rather blast back
Im on the corner with my niggas watchin cash stack
And I came up a long way from food stamps
And takin shit from the low-life ghetto tramps
Could you blame me if they sweat me Im gonna open fire
What could I do Pull my trigga or watch my nigga die
Im representin to the fullest givin devil slugs
Im on the block slangin drugs with the young thugs
And mothaf**ka we be ballin
All mothaf**kin day long stay strong
We st8 ballin