Текст (слова) песни: Thug Life (f 2Pac) - Str8 Ballin

 
I would share the definition of ballin` with you white folks... 
but no. 
 
(Tupac) 
 
I`m up before the sunrise, first to hit the block. 
Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks. 
And I`m totin` these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked. 
And niggas laugh, til` tha first mothafucka 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. 
I`m tryin` to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce. 
And gettin` lost on the five-o, fuck 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. 
Don`t want to go to the pen, I`m hittin` fences. 
Narcs on a nigga`s back, missin` me by inches. 
And they say how do you survive weighin` 165 
In a city where the skinny niggas die? 
Tell Mama don`t cry. 
Even when they kill me, 
They can never take the game from a young G. 
I`m st8 ballin`! 
 
St8 ballin`! 
 
Still on parole and I`m 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`. 
It`s kinda boomin` and today I`ll make a killin`. 
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 fuck. 
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 fuck my BEEEYATCH!! Hey!, and getten` paid 
You other mothafuckas callin`, 
But me and my mothafuckin` thug niggas, 
We st8 ballin`!! 
 
St8 ballin`! 
 
Damned if I don`t, and damned if a nigga do. 
So watch a young mothafucka pull a trigga 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 now they see that mothafucka 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. Nigga. 
Better live your life to the fullest, 
You `bout to kill a fool, got a pistol mothafucka 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 mothafucka when they mention me. 
Cause you fuckin` with the realest motha fucka ever born, 
And once again it`s on, 
I`m bustin` on these bitches 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 cocked 
I need it cause they`re all shady. 
I finally made it 
now these jealous bitches tryin` to FADE me! 
I ain`t goin` out I`d rather blast back. 
I`m 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 I`m gonna open fire. 
What could I do? Pull my trigga or watch my nigga die. 
I`m representin` to the fullest givin` devil slugs. 
I`m on the block slangin` drugs with the young thugs. 
And mothafucka, we be ballin`! 
All mothafuckin` day long, stay strong! 
We st8 ballin`.
 

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