Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
2Pac
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quincy Hanley
Songwriter
Mario Loving
Songwriter
Tyruss Himes
Songwriter
2Pac
Songwriter
Claydes Smith
Songwriter
Dennis Ronald Thomas
Songwriter
George Brown
Songwriter
Jeannette Dubois
Songwriter
Jeff Barry
Songwriter
Johnny Jackson
Songwriter
Nesbitt Wesonga
Songwriter
Otha Nash
Songwriter
Richard Westfield
Songwriter
Robert Bell
Songwriter
Robert Spike Mickens
Songwriter
Ronald Bell
Songwriter
Vince Edwards
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Easy Mo Bee
Producer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Norman Whitfield Jr.
Engineer
Lyrics
I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks
But now
The game is to be sold and not told
So eh, fuck me
I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block
Little bad mothafucka with a
Learn to throw them thangs, get my skinny little kicked
And niggas laugh, til' tha first got blasted
I put the
Now they coverin' the basket with plastic
I smoke on a regular buck when it counts
I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta
And gettin' ghost on the five-o
Got a screamin' about survival
Can I lay low
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' sixty-five
In a city where the skinny die
Tell mama don't cry
Even when they kill me
They can never take the game from a young G
I'm street ballin'
Street ballin'
Still on parole and I'm the first servin'
Pour some liquor on the curb for my that deserve it
But if I want to make a million, gotta
It's kinda boomin' round the way and today I'll make a killin'
Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block
It's a clever disguise to keep me runnin' from the cops
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
Rather die makin' money than live poor and legal
As I wish it was a
I need money in a major way
Time to hey, and gettin' paid
You other callin'
But me and my thug
We street ballin'
Street ballin'
Street
Damned if I don't, and damned if a do
So watch a young pull a just to raise up
But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes
Young time to do or die
I keep a in my pocket
Ready on my block
Ain't no time for a to even
And now they see that beat pain
'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
'Cause even when they kill me
They can never take the game from a young G
We street ballin'
We street ballin'
You know what I'm saying a long time
If you gonna do it do it
To my in the penitentiary
Loked up like a when they mention me
'Cause you fuckin' with the realest ever born
And once again it's on
I'm bustin' on these till they gone
Who the hell can you get to stop me
I'm in the projects, parlaying with my posse
I keep my
Cause they're all shady
I finally made it
Now these jealous tryin' to fade me
I ain't goin' out I'd rather
I'm on the corner with my watchin' cash stack
And I came up a long way from food stamps
And takin' from the low-life ghetto tramps
Could you blame me if they sweat me I'm gonna
What could I do pull my
I'm representin' to the fullest givin' devil slugs
I'm on the block young thugs
And mother, we be ballin'
All day long, stay strong
We street ballin'
Writer(s): William Earl Collins, Gary Lee Cooper, Tupac Amaru Shakur, George Jr. Clinton, Osten S. Jr. Harvey
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