Lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac] I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks, but now The game is to be sold and not told, so, uhh, fuck you [Chorus: Bootsy Collins] I'm just living and I'm loving, waiting for the moment When you got time to kill [Verse 1: 2Pac] I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block Little bad motherfucker, with a pocket full of rocks Learn to throw them 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 the regular, fuck when it counts I'm tryna make a million dollars out a quarter-ounce And gettin' ghost on the 5.0, fuck them hoes Got a .45, screamin' out, survival Hey, nigga, can I lay low? Cook some yayo Holler, "One-time" when I say so Don't wanna 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 straight ballin' [Chorus: Bootsy Collins & 2Pac] (Straight ballin') I'm just livin' and I'm lovin', waitin' for the moment When you got time to kill Uh, yeah, straight ballin' (Where my niggas at? That's why I fucked with a thug, uh, straight ballin') I'm just livin' and I'm lovin', waitin' for the moment When you got time to kill [Verse 2] I'm 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 wanna make a million, gotta stay dealin' It's kinda boomin' 'round the way and today I'll make a killin' Dressin' down like I'm dirty, but only on the block It's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops, heh I'm gettin' high, I think I'll die if I don't get no ends I'm in a bucket, but I'm ridin' it like it's a Benz I hit the strip and 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 I need money in a major way Time to fuck my biatch, I'm gettin' paid, ha-ha-ha You other motherfuckers crawlin' (Oh, yeah) But me and my motherfuckin' thug niggas, heh, we straight ballin' This the part where y'all loc up, you know what I'm sayin'? Straight ballin' [Chorus: Bootsy Collins & 2Pac] I'm just living and I'm loving (Fifty-five, nigga, do the time) Waiting for the moment (Police right behind you) When you got time to kill I'm just living and I'm loving, waiting for the moment (They can't see me, they wanna be me) When you got time to kill Yeah, straight ballin' Straight motherfuckin' ballin', start lettin' it off, nigga This '94, and niggas want more We straight ballin' I'm just livin' and I'm lovin' (That's how it's goin down, my motherfuckin' nigga) Waitin' for the moment When you got time to kill (Bulletproof vests and all, you know?) [Verse 3: 2Pac] I'm 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 motherfucker peep pain At point-blank range 'cause he slept on the game And ain't a damned thing changed You 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 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 straight ballin' [Bridge: 2Pac] Ha-ha-ha-ha, yeah My motherfuckin' niggas Straight ballin' [Chorus: Bootsy Collins & 2Pac] I'm just living and I'm loving (They have you niggas believe you 'bout to die) Waiting for the moment When you got time to kill (When we really comin' up like a motherfucker) (And you know, we straight ballin') Fuck that small-time nickel-and-dime shit If you gonna do it, do it, nigga I'm just living and I'm loving (If you want it, pursue it We can handle the shit) Waiting for the moment (It's time for niggas to stay ballin') When you got time to kill (We made this motherfucker For who?) [Verse 4: 2Pac] To my niggas in the penitentiary Loc up like a motherfucker when they mention me 'Cause you fuckin' with the realest motherfucker ever born And once again, it's on I'm bustin' on these bitches 'til they gone Now, who the hell can you get to stop me? I'm in the projects, parlayin' with my posse I keep my Glock cocked, nigga, 'cause they 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 (Biatch) And takin' shit from these low-life ghetto tramps How could you blame me? If they sweat me, I'ma open fire What could I do? Pull my trigger, or watch my nigga die I'm representin' to the fullest, givin' devils slugs I'm on the block, slangin' drugs with the young thugs And motherfucker, we be ballin' All motherfuckin' day long, stay strong We straight ballin'