Letra da Música Straight Ballin de Tupac Shakur

I would share the definition of balling
with you white folks but now
the game is to be sold not told
so fuck you

[Tupac]
I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block
Little bad motherfucker with a pocket full of rocks
And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked
And niggas laugh, 'til the first motherfucker got blasted
I put the nigga in his casket
Now they coverin' the bastard 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, 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 st8 ballin'!

St8 ballin'!
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' 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 hit the 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 Beach! Hey! And gettin' paid
You other motherfuckers callin'
But me and my motherfucking thug niggas
We st8 ballin'!

St8 ballin'!
Damned if I don't, and damned if a nigga do
So watch a young motherfucker
pull a trigger 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're 'bout to kill a fool
got a pistol motherfucker 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 niggas in the penitentiary
Locked up like a motherfucker when they mention me
'Cause you're fuckin'
with the realest motherfucker ever born
And once again it's on
I'm bustin' on these bitches till they're 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 trigger 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 motherfucking day long, stay strong!
We st8 ballin'