2pac

2pac - Still Ballin (Dj Fatal Remix) lyrics

(feat. Kurupt)

Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes

Whats Crackin this is uh

Mopreme Shcourt

Thug Life, Outlawz

Strictly representin' for my man DJ FATAL

Straight motherfuckin ballin

Part two, still ballin

Kurupt up in this motha fucka

Westside!!!!

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

Now ever since a nigga was a seed

Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin

Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame

In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me?

Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga

Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers

Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to bomb

Bust on these bitch-made niggaz hit 'em up, WESTSIDE

Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga

Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz

I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back

I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right?

Passed by while these niggaz wonder why

I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try

Did I cry, hell nah, nigga tear I shed

for all my homies in the pen, many peers dead

Niggaz still ballin

[Chorus: 2Pac]

Still ballin, 'til the day I die

You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers

Still ballin, niggaz wonder why

You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers

Still ballin

[Verse 2: Kurupt]

(this for all y'all motha fuckas)

They done did it let the dog out the cage

Got pumped, dumped with the gauge

I done did it all, everywhere I go, I ball

Precisely my game tight, or for sure I fall

I'm the invincible, and since the top principals

Lose like the Heat to them all, who got the heart to shoot?

I get stitches, play the game of BB britches.

When I was young dreamin 'bout money, fame, and bitches

I like fat asses, fat money bags of cash, and masses

Slowly as time passes, I found nothing but money rules

time and space, and in this realm of thoughts

Where all the fucking murders take place

And I'm in it to win it, I'm out to get paid

Got all these bitches on my dick, from all the money I made

Its a trait I've acquired, Growing up inspired naturally

I don't give a fuck, a muderer for hire.

Still Ballin!!!

[Chorus: 2Pac]

Still ballin, 'til the day I die

You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers

Still ballin, niggaz wonder why

You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers

Still ballin

[Verse 3: 2Pac]

Now everybody wanna see us dead

Two murdered on the front page, shot to death, bullets to the head

Niggaz holla out my name and it's similar to rape

Motherfuckers know I'm comin, so they runnin to they graves, watch

Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound

Cause [Kurupt] don't give a fuck, where you coward niggaz now, blast

Keep pumpin, ain't worried bout nuttin

Busters thought we was frontin, so reload and keep dumpin

[Verse 4: Kurupt]

I feel heat, everywhere niggas see me up in the streets

I don't tweak, speak it straight .38 under the seat

Mash. Mission Mode. My thoughts are cold

Plots and plans for scams, money bags of gold

Roll and collide Homicide vibes inside

Thug Life and Dogg Pound on this midnight ride

Every since we hit the road

We got stationed, with no hesitation

Make moves nigga, Mr. Too Smooth the elaborate

The slow like motion, focus on the money

Thats made sippin on this poisonous potion

Grandma got you got, Too much heat to hot

Get shanked get shot, engulfed you in this poisonous plot

Fame and fortune, fortune from game

We be zags, and this some bout some cats

Taxes are all the same

Aint shit never gon change

As long as there money to exchange

NIGGA!

[Chorus: 2Pac]

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Thanks to DJ Fatal for correcting these lyrics

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