Lyrics:

I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks... but now.... the game is to be sold and not told (Tupac) I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block. Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks. And I'm totin' these thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked. 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 hos. Got a 45 screamin' about survival. Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some yay-yo. Hollar