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
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 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'
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 Street ballin'
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 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' round the way 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 strip 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 bitch, hey, and gettin' paid
 You other motherfuckers callin'
 But me and my motherfuckin' thug niggas
 We street ballin'
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 Street ballin'
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 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 motherfucker 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 street ballin'
 
 We street 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 motherfucker, we be ballin'
 All motherfuckin' day long, stay strong
 We street ballin'