I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block
Little bad motha***ka with a pocket full of rocks
Learned to throw them thangs, get my skinny little *** kicked
And *****s laugh, 'til tha first motha***ka got blasted
I put the ***** in his casket
Now they coverin' the ******* 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, ***k them hoes
Got a 45 screamin' out survival
Hey ***** 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 ***** back, missin' me by inches
And they say, 'How do you survive weighin' 165
In a city where the skinny *****s 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'
Str8 ballin', str8 ballin', str8 ballin'

Still on parole and I'm the first ***** servin'
Pour some liquor on the curb for my *****s that deserve it
But if I want to 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
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 strip let my music bump
Drinkin' liquor, and I'm lookin' for some hoes to ***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 ***k my beyatch!! I'm getten' paid
You other motha***kas callin'
But me and my motha***kin' thug *****s, we str8 ballin'!
Str8 ballin', str8 ballin', str8 ballin'

Damned if I don't, and damned if a ***** do
So watch a young motha***ka pull a trigga just to raise up
But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes
Young ***** time to do or die
I keep a pistol in my pocket, ready on my block
Ain't no time for a ***** to even **** ****
And I'd done seen a motha***ka peep 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, *****
Best to live your life to the fullest
'Bout to kill a fool, got a pistol motha***ka better pull it
'Cause even when they kill me
They can never take the game from a young G, we Str8 ballin'
Str8 ballin', str8 ballin', str8 ballin'

To my *****s in the penitentiary
Loke up like a motha***ka when they mention me
'Cause you ***kin' with the realest motha***ka ever born
And once again it's on, I'm bustin' on these *****es till they gone
Now who the hell can you get to stop me?
I'm in the projects, ballin' with my posse, I keep my glock ****ed
***** cause they're all shady I finally made it
Now these jealous *****es tryin' to fade me

I ain't goin' out I'd rather blast back
I'm on the corner with my *****s watchin' cash stack
And I came up a long way from food stamps
And shakin' **** from these low-life ghetto tramps
How could you blame me if they sw*** ** I'm gonna open fire
What could I do? Pull my trigga or watch my ***** die
I'm representin' to the fullest givin' devil slugs
I'm on the block slangin' drugs with the young thugs

And motha***ka, we be ballin'
All motha***kin' day long, stay strong

We Str8 ballin'