Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Ballin', artist - 2Pac.
Date of issue: 02.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Still Ballin' |
Straight motherfuckin ballin |
Part two, still ballin |
Westside |
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 by 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 |
Still ballin, until I die |
You can bring your crew motherfucker |
I be ballin, they wonder why |
(You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers still) |
Now as I kneel and pray I hope the Lord understand |
When he’s gone, devolve, I become a dangerous man |
Ain’t crazy or deranged, I’m sayin (I'm sayin) |
But when these kids go to spray 'em boy I don’t be playin |
With clientele, any rhyme sales |
Question is, will you fuck-niggaz ride for real, huh? |
Bitch nigga this is G rated |
Plus your homeboy won’t make it, street game Fugazi |
I’m elevated to the top of this shit |
Done fucked around and put me and 2Pac on the bitch |
And you can tell 'em THUG LIFE was the reason for this |
And I ride for any nigga who believe in the shit |
I’m still ballin |
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 |
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 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 |
— Trick Daddy version |
— 2Pac version |
'Til the day I die |
THUG LIFE! |
Still ballin. |
motherfuckers still ballin |
Straight motherfuckin ballin |