Tupac - Still Ballin (DJ Fatal Remix) Lyrics

(feat. Kurupt)

Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes
Whats Crackin this is uh
Mopreme Shakur
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 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 f*ckin 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 motherf*ckers
Still ballin, niggaz 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, let the dog out the cage
Got pumped up with the gauge
I done did it all, everywhere I go, I ball
Precise, keep my game tight, or for sho 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 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 where all my thoughts
"Where all the f*cking murders take place?"
And I'm in it to win, I'm out to get paid
Got all these bitches on my dick, from all the money I made
Its a trade i've applied, Growing up its by naturally
I don't give a f*ck, i'll murder if i have to


[Chorus: 2Pac]
Still ballin, 'til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherf*ckers
Still ballin, niggaz wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherf*ckers
Still ballin

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two murders on the front page, shot to death, bullets to the head
Niggaz 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 nigga from the Pound
Cause [Kurupt] don't give a f*ck, 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 a nigga 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
Roll and collide, Homicide Boxicide
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 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, indulging in this poisonous plot
Fame and fortune, fortune from game
We be zags, and this some bout some cats
Taxes its all the same ain't shit ever gonna change
As long as there money to exchange
NIGGA!

[Chorus: 2Pac]