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still ballin (dj fatal remix) - 2 pac lyrics

(feat. kurupt)

yes, yes, yes, yes
whats crackin this is uh
mopreme shcourt
thug life, outlawz
this is strictly for my man dj fatal
straight motherf-ckin ballin
part two, still ballin
kurupt up in this motha f-cka
westside!!!!

[verse 1: 2pac]
now ever since a n-gg- was a seed
only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin
ridin on these n-gg-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-gg-
up befo’ the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
tell me if it’s on, n-gg- then we first to bomb
bust on these b-tch-made n-gg-z hit ’em up, westside
ain’t n-body love me as a broke n-gg-
finger on the trigger lord forgive me if i smoke n-gg-z
i love my females strapped, no f-ckin from the back
i get my currency in stacks, california’s where i’m at – right?
p-ssed by while these n-gg-z wonder why
i got shot but didn’t die, let ’em see who’s next to try
did i cry, h-ll nah, n-gg- tear i shed
for all my homies in the pen, many peers dead
n-gg-z still ballin

[chorus: 2pac]
still ballin, ’til the day i die
you can bring your crew but we remain true motherf-ckers
still ballin, n-gg-z wonder why
you can bring your crew but we remain true motherf-ckers
still ballin

[verse 2: kurupt]
(this for all y’all motha f-ckas)
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 princ-p-ls
lose like the heat to them all, who got the heart to shoot?
i get st-tches, play the game with bb britches.
when i was young dreamin ’bout money, fame, and b-tches
i like fat -sses, fat money bags of cash, and m-sses
slowly as time p-sses, i found nothing but money rules.
time is facing, and in this where all my thoughts
“where all the f-cking murders take place?”
and i’m anything when, i’m ’bout to get paid
got all these b-tches on my d-ck, from the money i made
its a state i have brought, growing up its by naturally
i don’t give a f-ck
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-gg-z holla out my name and it’s similar to rape
motherf-ckers know i’m comin, so they runnin to they graves, watch
swoop down with my n-gg- from the pound
cause [kurupt] don’t give a f-ck, where you coward n-gg-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-gg- 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-gg-, 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-gg-!

[chorus: 2pac]

- 2 pac lyrics

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