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**ka with a pocket full of rocks
And I`m totin` these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked
And ni**as laugh, til` tha first mothaf**ka got blasted
I put the ni**a 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, f**k them hos
Got a 45 screamin` about survival
Hey ni**a 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 ni**a`s back, missin` me by inches
And they say how do you survive weighin` 165
In a city where the skinny ni**as 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 ni**a servin`
Pour some liquor on the curb for my ni**as 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 hate to stip let my music bump
Drinkin` liquor, and I`m lookin` for some hoes to f**k
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**k my BEEEYATCH
Hey!, and getten` paid
You other mothaf**kas callin`
But me and my mothaf**kin` thug ni**as
We st8 ballin`

St8 ballin`

Damned if I don`t, and damned if a ni**a do
So watch a young mothaf**ka pull a trigga just to RAISE UP
But don`t let them see you cry, dry your eyes
Young ni**a time to do or die
I keep a pistol in my pocket
Ready on my block
Ain`t no time for a ni**a to even c**k s**t
And now they see that mothaf**ka 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. Ni**a
Better live your life to the fullest
You `bout to kill a fool, got a pistol mothaf**ka 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 ni**as in the penitentiary
Loked up like a mothaf**ka when they mention me
Cause you f**kin` with the realest motha f**ka ever born
And once again it`s on
I`m bustin` on these bitches till they gone
Who the hell can you get to stop me?
I`m in the projects, parlaying with my posse
I keep my glock c**ked
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 ni**as watchin` cash stack
And I came up a long way from food stamps
And takin` s**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 ni**a die
I`m representin` to the fullest givin` devil slugs
I`m on the block slangin` drugs with the young thugs
And mothaf**ka, we be ballin`
All mothaf**kin` day long, stay strong
We st8 ballin`