I would share the definition of balling
with you white folks but now...
the game is to be sold not told
so [bad word] you.

[Tupac]

I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block.
Little bad [bad word] with a pocket full of rocks.
And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little [bad word] kicked.
And niggas laugh, 'til the first [bad word] got blasted.
I put the [bad word] in his casket,
Now they coverin' the [bad word] 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, [bad word] them hos.
Got a 45 screamin' about survival.
Hey [bad word] 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 [bad word] #39;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 st8 ballin'!

St8 ballin'!

Still on parole and I'm the first [bad word] servin'
pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas 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 [bad word] #39; 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 hit the strip let my music bump,
Drinkin' liquor, and I'm lookin' for some hoes to [bad word] 
Rather die makin' money than live poor and legal
As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo.
need money in a major way.
Time to [bad word] my BEACH! Hey! And gettin' paid
You other [bad word] callin',
But me and my [bad word] thug niggas,
We st8 ballin'!!

St8 ballin'!

Damned if I don't, and damned if a [bad word] do.
So watch a young [bad word] pull a trigger just to RAISE UP!
But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes
Young [bad word] time to do or die.
I keep a pistol in my pocket,
Ready on my block.
Ain't no time for a [bad word] to even [bad word] [bad word] 
And now they see that [bad word] 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. [bad word] 
Better live your life to the fullest,
You're 'bout to kill a fool, got a pistol [bad word] 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 niggas in the penitentiary,
Locked up like a [bad word] when they mention me.
'Cause you're [bad word] #39; with the realest [bad word] ever born,
And once again it's on,
I'm bustin' on these [bad word] till they're gone.
Who the [bad word] can you get to stop me?
I'm in the projects, parlaying with my posse.
I keep my glock [bad word] 
I need it 'cause they're all shady.
I finally made it
now these jealous [bad word] 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.
And takin' [bad word] 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 trigger or watch my [bad word] die.
I'm representin' to the fullest givin' devil slugs.
I'm on the block slangin' [bad word] with the young thugs.
And