Lyrics

[Intro] Oh you motherfuckers, haha ok Alright Yeah, uh huh Nigga, we straight ballin' King Kong ain't got shit on me! Uh, nigga (I'm just living and a lovin', Waiting for the moment, When you've got time to kill) Sir James bitch, Sir James bitch, Sir James bitch Uh, we stay ballin' "I find your lack of faith disturbing" [Verse 1] I'm up before the sunrise first to hit the block Lil bad muthafucka wit' 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 the nigga in his casket, now they coverin' the bastard in plastic I smoke blunts on the regular, fuck, when it count I'm tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce And get ghost on the 5-0, fuck them hoes Got a .45 screamin' out survivor Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some yayo Holla one time when I say, so Don't wanna go to the pen I'm hit lenses Narcs on the niggas backs, missin me by, inches They say "How do you survive weighin' 165 in the city where the skinny niggas die" Tell momma don't, cry, even when they kill me They can never take the game from a real G We stay ballin' [Interlude] Uh, there it is Diamond Cutz, 2006 (I'm just living and a lovin', Waiting for the moment, When you've got time to kill) Rest in peace, 2pac Woo, nigga [Chorus] We stay ballin', uh You can't fuck wit' a thug nigga Stay ballin' (I'm just living and a lovin', Waiting for the moment, When you've got time to kill) [Verse 2] Still on parole, and I'm the first nigga servin' Pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve it I wanna make a million, gotta stay dealin' Kinda boomin' round the way, and today I make a killin' Dressin' down like a villain, but only on the block This a clever disguise, to keep me runnin' from the cops I'm gettin' high, think I'll die if I get no ends I'm in the bucket but I'm ridin' it like it's a Benz I hit the street 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 And I'll sling another ounce, I wish it was a kilo I need money in a major way, time to fuck my bee-yotch And gettin' paid You was the muthafucka callin, but me and my Diamond Cut thugs niggas Dog, we stay ballin' There it is, nigga [Chorus] We stay ballin' (I'm just living and a lovin', Waiting for the moment, When you've got time to kill) Stay ballin' We stay ballin' (I'm just living and a lovin', Waiting for the moment, When you've got time to kill) [Verse 3] Damned if I don't, and damned if a nigga do So watch a young muthafucka pull a trigger too Blaze up, but don't let 'em see you cry Dry yo' eyes young nigga time to do or die I keep a pistol in my pocket, ready, for the block Ain't no time for a nigga to even cough, shit And now they seen a muthafucka be pain And point blank range, 'cause he slept on the game Ain't a damn thang changed, shame that he dies Now I roll 'em if I 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 You best to live your life to the fullest You niggas actin' hard gotta pistol muthafucka, better Pull it, 'cause even when they kill me They can never take the game from a real G I stay ballin' Nigga, that's what it is Diamond Cutz forever, Lavel [Chorus] I stay ballin' (I'm just living and a lovin', Waiting for the moment, When you've got time to kill) I stay ballin' Uh, they can't fuck wit' us thug niggas They stay ballin' (I'm just living and a lovin', Waiting for the moment, When you've got time to kill) [Verse 4] To my niggas in the penitentiary, loc up Like a muthafucka when they mention me 'Cause you fuckin' with The Realist muthafucka ever born And once again it's on, I'm bustin' on these bitches 'til they gone Who the hell can you get to stop me, I'm in the east side parlayin' wit' my posse 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 wit' my niggas watchin' cash stack And I came up a long way from food stamps And takin' shit from these low-life ghetto tramps Could you blame if they swept me and I open fire What could I do, pull a trigga watch my nigga die I'm representin' to the fullest, give a devil slugs I'm on the block slingin' drugs with the young thugs And muthafucka we be ballin'