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I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks...
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but no.
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(Tupac)
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I'm up before the sunrise first to hit the block.
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Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks.
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And I'm totin' these thangs get my skinny little ass kicked.
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And niggas laugh til' tha first mothafucka got blasted.
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I put the nigga in his casket
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Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic.
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I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts.
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I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.
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And gettin' lost on the five-o, fuck them hos.
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Got a 45 screamin' about survival.
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Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some yay-yo.
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Hollar "one-time" when I say so.
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Don't want to go to the pen, I'm hittin' fences.
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Narcs on a nigga's back, missin' me by inches.
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And they say how do you survive weighin' 165
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In a city where the skinny niggas die?
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Tell Mama don't cry.
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Even when they kill me,
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They can never take the game from a young G.
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I'm st8 ballin'!
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St8 ballin'!
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Still on parole and I'm the first nigga servin'
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pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it.
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But if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealin'.
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It's kinda boomin' and today I'll make a killin'.
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Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block.
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It's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops.
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Ha, I'm gettin' high. I think I'll die if I don't get no ends.
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I'm in a bucket with 'em ridin' it like it's a Benz.
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I hate to stip let my music bump,
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Drinkin' liquor, and I'm lookin' for some hoes to fuck.
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Rather die makin' money than live poor and legal
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As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo.
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A need money in a major way.
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Time to fuck my BEEEYATCH!! Hey!, and getten' paid
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You other mothafuckas callin',
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But me and my mothafuckin' thug niggas,
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We st8 ballin'!!
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St8 ballin'!
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Damned if I don't, and damned if a nigga do.
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So watch a young mothafucka pull a trigga just to RAISE UP!
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But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes
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Young nigga time to do or die.
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I keep a pistol in my pocket,
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Ready on my block.
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Ain't no time for a nigga to even cock shit.
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And now they see that mothafucka beat pain,
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At point blank range cause he slept on the game.
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Ain't a damned thing changed
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Shakin' the dice, now roll 'em,
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If you can't stand pain better hold 'em.
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Cause ain't no tellin' what you might roll.
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You might go catch AIDS from a slight cold. Nigga.
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Better live your life to the fullest,
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You 'bout to kill a fool, got a pistol mothafucka better pull it.
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Cause even when they kill me,
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they can never take the game from a young G.
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We st8 ballin'!
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We st8 ballin'!
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To my niggas in the penitentiary,
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Loked up like a mothafucka when they mention me.
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Cause you fuckin' with the realest motha fucka ever born,
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And once again it's on,
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I'm bustin' on these bitches till they gone.
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Who the hell can you get to stop me?
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I'm in the projects, parlaying with my posse.
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I keep my glock cocked
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I need it cause they're all shady.
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I finally made it
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now these jealous bitches tryin' to FADE me!
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I ain't goin' out I'd rather blast back.
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I'm on the corner with my niggas watchin' cash stack.
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And I came up a long way from food stamps.
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And takin' shit from the low-life ghetto tramps.
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Could you blame me if they sweat me I'm gonna open fire.
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What could I do? Pull my trigga or watch my nigga die.
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I'm representin' to the fullest givin' devil slugs.
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I'm on the block slangin' drugs with the young thugs.
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And mothafucka, we be ballin'!
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All mothafuckin' day long, stay strong!
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We st8 ballin'.
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Str8 Ballin
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Thug Life |