2Pac - Восьмая Улица Бандитов | Текст песни

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• Восьмая Улица Бандитов

I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks...
but now...

The game is to be sold, and not told, so uh, fuck you

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 mothafucka with a pocket full of rock
Learn to throw them thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked (hahahaha)
And niggas laugh, til' tha first mothafucka got blasted
I put the nigga 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, fuck them ho's
Got a 45 screamin' out survival
Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some yay-yo
Holla "one-time" when I say so (one time, one time, one time)
Don't want to 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 str8 ballin

There it is
Hahahaha
U know
Yeahh
[Spoken faintly]: (They can't fuck with a thug nigga)
Ghost Style
I'm just living and a lovin',
waiting for the moment,
when you've got time to kill
Str8 Ballin
[Spoken faintly]: (On my block when I pull the trigga)
(They can't fuck with a thug nigga)
I'm just living and a lovin', waiting for the moment, when you've got time to kill
Yeahh, Str8 ballin
Where my niggaz at? That's why I fuck with the thugs, uh
Str8 ballin'
[Spoken faintly]: (On my block when I pull the trigga)
(They can't fuck with a thug nigga)

[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 I think 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
Ha, 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
A need money in a major way
Time to fuck my BIAATCH!! and gettin' paid
(Hahahahaha)
You other mothafuckas fallin'
But me and my mothafuckin' thug niggas
Hah, we str8 ballin'

(Look here)
Y'all know what time it is
This the part where y'all loc up
Yknawm sayin'?
I'm just living and a lovin', waiting for the moment, when you've got time to kill
Str8 ballin'
Doin' 55 nigga due time
Police right (?)behind(?)
They can't see me
They wanna be me
Str8 muthafuckin' ballin'
Start lettin' it off nigga this 94, and niggaz want mo'
I'm just living and a lovin', waiting for the moment, when you've got time to kill
Hah, we str8 ballin'
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 mothafucka pull a trigga just to RAISE UP
But don't let em 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 mothafucka peep pain
At point blank range cause he slappin' on the game
Ain&a

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