2Pac - Str8 Ballin'

I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks
But now
The game is to be sold and not told
So eh, fuck me

I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block.
Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks
Learn to throw them 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 basket with plastic
I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts
I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
And gettin' ghost 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 street ballin'
Street ballin'

Still on parole and I'm the first nigga servin'
Pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it



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