１７４．2Pac - Str8 Ballin' - کشوره ۳　（Not centre of the universe (maybe the earth)）

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[Intro] I would share the definition of ballin' With you white folks, but no The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you [Hook] I'm just living and a lovin' Waiting for the moment When you've got time to kill [Verse 1] I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block Little bad muthafucka' with a pocket full of rocks Learn to throw them thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked And niggas laugh til the first muthafucka' got blasted I put that nigga in his casket Now they covering the bastard in plastic I smoke blunts on the regular, buck when it counts I'm trying to make a million dollars out a quarter-ounce And getting ghost on the 5-0 Fuck them hoes Got a .45, screaming out survival Hey nigga, can I lay low? Cook some yay-yo Holla "one-time" when I say so Don't wanna 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" Cause even when they kill me They can never take the game from a young G I'm Str8 ballin'! [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm still on parole, but 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 round the way and today I'll make a killing Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block It's a clever disguise to keep me running from the cops I'm getting high, I think I'll die if I don't get no ends I'm in a bucket, but I'm riding it like it's a Benz I hit the strip, 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 I need money in a major way Time to fuck my beyach! Ha! And getting paid You other muthafuckers fallin' But me and my muthafuckin' thug niggas, We str8 ballin'!!! [Hook] Look here, y'all know what time it is This the part where y'all loc up Know what I'm sayin'? Doing 55, nigga, do time The police right behind They can't see me, they wanna be me Str8 muthafuckin' ballin' Start letting it off, nigga this 94, and niggas want mo' That's how it's goin down my muthafuckin' nigga Bulletproof vests and all, you know? [Verse 3] 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 I done seen a muthafucka' peep pain At point-blank range cause he slept on the game And ain't a damned thing changed You 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 fold, catch AIDS from a slight cold Nigga Best to live your life to the fullest Be quick to kill the bull 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'! [Hook] They have you niggas believe you bout to die When we really coming up like a muthafucka Just str8 ballin', know what I'm sayin'? Fuck that small-time nickel-and-dime shit If you gonna do it, do it nigga If you want it, pursue it! We can handle the shit It's time for niggas to stay ballin'! We made this muthafucka! For who? [Verse 4] To my niggas in the penitentiary Loc up like a motherfucka when they mention me Cause you fuckin' with the realest motherfucka ever born And, once again, it's on I'm busting on these bitches till they gone Now who the hell can you get to stop me? I'm in the projects, parlaying with my posse I keep my Glock cocked Nigga, cause they 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 these low-life ghetto tramps How could you blame me? If they sweat me I'mma open fire! What could I do? Pull my trigger 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 motherfucka, we be ballin'! All motherfuckin day long! Stay strong! We str8 ballin