Str8 Ballin

(album: Resurrection - 2003)

I would share the definition of balling with you white folks
But no
I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block
Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks
And I'm toting 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 covering the bastard in plastic
I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts
I'm trying to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce
And getting lost on the five-o, fuck them hoes
Got a 45 screaming 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 hitting fences
Narcs on a nigga's back, missing me by inches
And they say how do you survive weighing 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 str8 balling
Str8 balling
Still on parole and I'm the first nigga serving
Pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it
But if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealing
It's kinda booming and today I'll make a killing
Dressing down like a villain, but only on the block
It's a clever disguise to keep me running from the cops
Ha, I'm getting high. I think I'll die if I don't get no ends
I'm in a bucket with 'em riding it like it's a Benz
I hate to stip let my music bump
Drinking liquor, and I'm looking for some hoes to fuck
Rather die making 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 BEEEYATCHHey!, and getten' paid
You other mothafuckas calling
But me and my mothafucking thug niggas
We str8 balling
Str8 balling
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
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 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 str8 balling
We str8 balling
To my niggas in the penitentiary
Loked up like a mothafucka when they mention me
Cause you fucking with the realest motha fucka ever born
And once again it's on
I'm busting 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 trying to FADE me
I ain't going out I'd rather blast back
I'm on the corner with my niggas watching cash stack
And I came up a long way from food stamps
And taking 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 representing to the fullest giving devil slugs
I'm on the block slanging drugs with the young thugs
And mothafucka, we be balling
All mothafucking day long, stay strong
We str8 balling