2pac - Still Ballin (Dj Fatal Remix) lyrics
rate me(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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