2pac ft Kurupt Still Ballin Lyrics
            Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes
            Whats Crackin this is uh
            Mopreme Shcourt
            Thug Life, Outlawz
            This is strictly for my man DJ FATAL
            Straight m_________in ballin
            Part two, still ballin
            Kurupt up in this motha f___a
            Westside!!!!
        
            [Verse 1: 2Pac]
            Now ever since a n____ was a seed
            Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin
            Ridin on these n____z 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 n____
            Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
            Tell me if it's on, n____ then we first to bomb
            Bust on these b____-made n____z hit 'em up, WESTSIDE
            Ain't nobody love me as a broke n____
            Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke n____z
            I love my females strapped, no f___in from the back
            I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right?
            Passed by while these n____z wonder why
            I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try
            Did I cry, hell nah, n____ tear I shed
            for all my homies in the pen, many peers dead
            n____z still ballin
        
            [Chorus: 2Pac]
            Still ballin, 'til the day I die
            You can bring your crew but we remain true m_________ers
            Still ballin, n____z wonder why
            You can bring your crew but we remain true m_________ers
            Still ballin
        
            [Verse 2: Kurupt]
            (this for all y'all motha f___as)
            They done did it at the door, got the cage
            Got pumped up with the gauge
            I done did it all, everywhere I go, I ball
            Precisely my game tight, or for so 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 with BB britches.
            When I was young dreamin 'bout money, fame, and b____es
            I like fat a__es, fat money bags of cash, and masses
            Slowly as time passes, I found nothing but money rules.
            Time is facing, and in this where all my thoughts
            "Where all the f___ing murders take place?"
            And I'm anything when, I'm 'bout to get paid
            Got all these b____es on my d___, from the money I made
            Its a state I have brought, Growing up its by naturally
            I don't give a f___
            Still Ballin!!!
        
            [Chorus: 2Pac]
            Still ballin, 'til the day I die
            You can bring your crew but we remain true m_________ers
            Still ballin, n____z wonder why
            You can bring your crew but we remain true m_________ers
            Still ballin
        
            [Verse 3: 2Pac]
            Now everybody wanna see us dead
            Two murdered on the front page, shot to death, bullets to the head
            n____z holla out my name and it's similar to rape
            m_________ers know I'm comin, so they runnin to they graves, watch
            Swoop down with my n____ from the Pound
            Cause [Kurupt] don't give a f___, where you coward n____z 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 a n____ see me up in the streets
            I don't tweak, Keep a straight .38 under the seat
            Mad. Mission Mode. My thoughts are cold
            Bought some tans of skins, money bags of gold
            Rolled in ??? Homicide Boxicide
            Thug Life and Dogg Pound on this midnight ride
            Every since we hit the world
            We got stationed, with no hesitation
            Make moves n____, Mr. Too Smooth the elaborate
            The slow like potion, focus on the money
            Thats made sippin on this poisonous potion
            Grandma got you got, Too much heat to hot
            Cause Shank is shot, Belgium in this poisonous ???
            Fame and fortune, fortune from game
            We be zags, and this some bout some cats
            Taxes its all the same
            As long as there money to exchange
            n____!
        
            [Chorus: 2Pac]
        
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