Str8 Ballin’ lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac]
I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks, but now
The game is to be sold and not told, so, uhh, f*ck you

[Chorus: Bootsy Collins]
I'm just living and I'm loving, waiting for the moment
When you got time to kill

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block
Little bad motherf*cker, with a pocket full of rocks
Learn to throw them thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked
And n*ggas laugh 'til the first motherf*cker got blasted
I put the n*gga in his casket
Now they coverin' the bast*rd in plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular, f*ck when it counts
I'm tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter-ounce
And gettin' ghost on the 5.0, f*ck them hoes
Got a .45, screamin' out, survival
Hey, n*gga, can I lay low? Cook some yayo
Holler "one-time" when I say so
Don't wanna go to the pen, I'm hittin' fences
NARCs on a n*gga's back, missin' me by inches
And they say, "How do you survive weighin' 165
In a city where the skinny n*ggas die?"
Tell mama "don't cry," even when they kill me
They can never take the game from a young G
I'm straight ballin'
[Chorus: Bootsy Collins & 2Pac]
(Straight ballin')
I'm just livin' and I'm lovin', waitin' for the moment
When you got time to kill
Uh, yeah, straight ballin'
(Where my n*ggas at? That's why I f*cked with a thug, uh, straight ballin')
I'm just livin' and I'm lovin', waitin' for the moment
When you got time to kill

[Verse 2]
I'm still on parole, and I'm the first n*gga servin'
Pour some liquor on the curb for my n*ggas that deserve it
But if I wanna make a million, gotta stay dealin'
It's kinda boomin' 'round the way and today I'll make a killin'
Dressin' down like I'm dirty, but only on the block
It's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops, heh
I'm gettin' high, I think I'll die if I don't get no ends
I'm in a bucket, but I'm ridin' it like it's a Benz
I hit the strip and let my music bump
Drinkin' liquor and I'm lookin' for some hoes to f*ck
Rather die makin' 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*ck my biatch, I'm gettin' paid, ha-ha-ha
You other motherf*ckers crawlin' (Oh, yeah)
But me and my motherf*ckin' thug n*ggas, heh, we straight ballin'
This the part where y'all loc up, you know what I'm sayin'?
Straight ballin'
[Chorus: Bootsy Collins & 2Pac]
I'm just living and I'm loving
(Fifty-five, n*gga, do the time)
Waiting for the moment
(Police right behind you)
When you got time to kill
I'm just living and I'm loving, waiting for the moment
(They can't see me, they wanna be me)
When you got time to kill
Yeah, straight ballin'
Straight motherf*ckin' ballin', start lettin' it off, n*gga
This '94, and n*ggas want more
We straight ballin'
I'm just livin' and I'm lovin'
(That's how it's goin down, my motherf*ckin' n*gga)
Waitin' for the moment
When you got time to kill
(Bulletproof vests and all, you know?)

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
I'm damned if I don't, and damned if a n*gga do
So watch a young motherf*cker pull a trigger just to raise up
But don't let them see you cry
Dry your eyes, young n*gga, time to do or die
I keep a pistol in my pocket, ready
On my block, ain't no time for a n*gga to even c*ck sh*t
And I done seen a motherf*cker peep pain
At point-blank range 'cause he slept on the game
And ain't a damned thing changed
You 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 fold, catch AIDS from a slight cold, n*gga
Best to live your life to the fullest
Be quick to kill the bull, got a pistol, motherf*cker, better pull it
'Cause even when they kill me
They can never take the game from a young G
We straight ballin'
[Bridge: 2Pac]
Ha-ha-ha-ha, yeah
My motherf*ckin' n*ggas
Straight ballin'

[Chorus: Bootsy Collins & 2Pac]
I'm just living and I'm loving
(They have you n*ggas believe you 'bout to die)
Waiting for the moment
When you got time to kill (When we really comin' up like a motherf*cker)
(And you know, we straight ballin')
f*ck that small-time nickel-and-dime sh*t
If you gonna do it, do it, n*gga
I'm just living and I'm loving (If you want it, pursue it We can handle the sh*t)
Waiting for the moment (It's time for n*ggas to stay ballin')
When you got time to kill (We made this motherf*cker For who?)

[Verse 4: 2Pac]
To my n*ggas in the penitentiary
Loc up like a motherf*cker when they mention me
'Cause you f*ckin' with the realest motherf*cker ever born
And once again, it's on
I'm bustin' on these b*tches 'til they gone
Now, who the hell can you get to stop me?
I'm in the projects, parlayin' with my posse
I keep my Glock c*cked, n*gga, 'cause they all shady
I finally made it, now these jealous b*tches tryin' to fade me
I ain't goin' out, I'd rather blast back
I'm on the corner with my n*ggas watchin' cash stack
And I came up a long way from food stamps (Biatch)
And takin' sh*t from these low-life ghetto tramps
How could you blame me? If they sweat me, I'ma open fire
What could I do? Pull my trigger, or watch my n*gga die
I'm representin' to the fullest, givin' devils slugs
I'm on the block, slangin' drugs with the young thugs
And motherf*cker, we be ballin'
All motherf*ckin' day long, stay strong
We straight ballin'