Thug Life - Str8 Ballin' lyrics

[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