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 m********* with a pocket full of rocks.
And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little a** kicked.
And n***** laugh, til' tha first m********* got blasted.
I put the n**** in his casket,
Now they coverin' the b****** 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, f*** them hos.
Got a 45 screamin' about survival.
Hey n**** 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 n****'s back, missin' me by inches.
And they say how do you survive weighin' 165
In a city where the skinny n***** 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 n**** servin'
pour some liquor on the curb for my n***** 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 b**p,
Drinkin' liquor, and I'm lookin' for some hoes to f***.
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*** my BEEEYATCH!! Hey!, and getten' paid
You other m********** callin',
But me and my m**********' thug n*****,
We st8 ballin'!!
St8 ballin'!
d***ed if I don't, and d***ed if a n**** do.
So watch a young m********* pull a trigga just to RAISE UP!
But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes
Young n**** time to do or die.
I keep a pistol in my pocket,
Ready on my block.
Ain't no time for a n**** to even c*** s***.
And now they see that m********* beat pain,
At point blank range cause he slept on the game.
Ain't a d***ed 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. n****.
Better live your life to the fullest,
You 'bout to kill a fool, got a pistol m********* 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 n***** in the penitentiary,
Loked up like a m********* when they mention me.
Cause you f*****' with the realest motha f**** ever born,
And once again it's on,
I'm bustin' on these b****** 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 c***ed
I need it cause they're all shady.
I finally made it
now these jealous b****** tryin' to FADE me!
I ain't goin' out I'd rather blast back.
I'm on the corner with my n***** watchin' cash stack.
And I came up a long way from food stamps.
And takin' s*** 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 n**** die.
I'm representin' to the fullest givin' devil slugs.
I'm on the block slangin' drugs with the young thugs.
And m*********, we be ballin'!
All m**********' day long, stay strong!
We st8 ballin'.
but no.
[Tupac]
I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block.
Little bad m********* with a pocket full of rocks.
And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little a** kicked.
And n***** laugh, til' tha first m********* got blasted.
I put the n**** in his casket,
Now they coverin' the b****** 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, f*** them hos.
Got a 45 screamin' about survival.
Hey n**** 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 n****'s back, missin' me by inches.
And they say how do you survive weighin' 165
In a city where the skinny n***** 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 n**** servin'
pour some liquor on the curb for my n***** 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 b**p,
Drinkin' liquor, and I'm lookin' for some hoes to f***.
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*** my BEEEYATCH!! Hey!, and getten' paid
You other m********** callin',
But me and my m**********' thug n*****,
We st8 ballin'!!
St8 ballin'!
d***ed if I don't, and d***ed if a n**** do.
So watch a young m********* pull a trigga just to RAISE UP!
But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes
Young n**** time to do or die.
I keep a pistol in my pocket,
Ready on my block.
Ain't no time for a n**** to even c*** s***.
And now they see that m********* beat pain,
At point blank range cause he slept on the game.
Ain't a d***ed 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. n****.
Better live your life to the fullest,
You 'bout to kill a fool, got a pistol m********* 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 n***** in the penitentiary,
Loked up like a m********* when they mention me.
Cause you f*****' with the realest motha f**** ever born,
And once again it's on,
I'm bustin' on these b****** 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 c***ed
I need it cause they're all shady.
I finally made it
now these jealous b****** tryin' to FADE me!
I ain't goin' out I'd rather blast back.
I'm on the corner with my n***** watchin' cash stack.
And I came up a long way from food stamps.
And takin' s*** 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 n**** die.
I'm representin' to the fullest givin' devil slugs.
I'm on the block slangin' drugs with the young thugs.
And m*********, we be ballin'!
All m**********' day long, stay strong!
We st8 ballin'.