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letra de str8 ballin' - album version (edited) - thug life

i would share the definition of ballin’ with you white folks
but no
i’m up before the sunrise, first to hit the block
little bad mothaf-cka with a pocket full of rocks
and i’m totin’ these thangs, get my skinny little -ss kicked
and n-ggas laugh, til’ tha first mothaf-cka got blasted
i put the n-gga in his casket
now they coverin’ the b-st-rd 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-ck them hoes
got a 45 screamin’ about survival
hey n-gga 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-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 k!ll me
they can never take the game from a young g
i’m str8 ballin’
str8 ballin’
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 want to make a million, gotta stay dealin’
it’s kinda boomin’ and today i’ll make a k!llin’
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 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
a need money in a major way
time to f-ck my beeeyatchhey!, and getten’ paid
you other mothaf-ckas callin’
but me and my mothaf-ckin’ thug n-ggas
we str8 ballin’
str8 ballin’
d-mned if i don’t, and d-mned if a n-gga do
so watch a young mothaf-cka pull a trigga 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 now they see that mothaf-cka beat pain
at point blank range cause he slept on the game
ain’t a d-mned 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-gga
better live your life to the fullest
you ’bout to k!ll a fool, got a pistol mothaf-cka better pull it
cause even when they k!ll me
they can never take the game from a young g
we str8 ballin’
we str8 ballin’
to my n-ggas in the penitentiary
loked up like a mothaf-cka when they mention me
cause you f-ckin’ with the realest motha f-cka ever born
and once again it’s on
i’m bustin’ on these b-tches till they gone
who the h-ll can you get to stop me?
i’m in the projects, parlaying with my posse
i keep my glock c-cked
i need it cause they’re 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
and takin’ sh-t 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-gga die
i’m representin’ to the fullest givin’ devil slugs
i’m on the block slangin’ drugs with the young thugs
and mothaf-cka, we be ballin’
all mothaf-ckin’ day long, stay strong
we str8 ballin’

- thug life

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