pac
straight motherfuckin’ ballin’
part still ballin’
westside
pac
now ever since a nigga was a seed
only thing promised to me was the penitentiary still ballin’
ridin’ on these niggas cause they lame
in a 6 chevy still heavy in this gamecan you feel me
blame it on my mama i’m a thug nigga
up before the sun rise quicker than the drug dealers
tell me if it’s on nigga then we first to bomb
bust on these bitchmade niggas hit ’em up westside
ain’t nobody loved me as a broke nigga
finger on the trigger lord forgive me if i smoke niggas
i love my females strapped then fuck her from the back
i get my currency in stacks california is where i’m at
ridin’ passed by while these niggas wondered why
i got shot but didn’t die let ’em see who’s next to try
did i cry hell nah nigga tears shed
for all my homies in the pen’ many peers dead nigga still ballin’
pac trick daddy
still ballin’ until i die until i die
you can bring your crew but we remain true motherfucker
still ballin’ i be ballin’
niggas wonder why they wonder why
you can bring your crew but we remain true motherfucker
still ballin’
trick daddy
now as i kneel and pray i hope the lord understand
when these guns involved 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 won’t be playin’
with clientele any rhyme sells
question is will you fuckniggas ride for real huh
bitch nigga this is grated
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 pac 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 still ballin’
pac
’til the day i die
you can bring your crew but we remain true motherfucker
still ballin’ niggas wonder why
you can bring your crew but we remain true motherfucker
still ballin’
pac
now everybody wanna see us dead
two murdered on the front page
shot to death bullets to the head
niggas holla out my name and it’s similar to rape
motherfuckers know i’m comin’ so they runnin’ to their graves
watch swoop down with my nigga from the pound
cause trick don’t give a fuck
where you coward niggas now
blast keep pumpin’ ain’t worried about nothin’
busters thought we was frontin’
so reload and keep dumpin’ still ballin’
pac trick daddy
i’m still ballin’ ’til the day i die ’til i die
you can bring your crew but we remain true motherfucker
still ballin’ i be ballin’
niggas wonder why they wonder why
you can bring your crew but we remain true motherfucker
still ballin’ ’til the day i die still ballin’
you can bring your crew but we remain true motherfucker
still ballin’ niggas wonder why tell ’em
you can bring your crew but we remain true motherfucker
still ballin’ until the day i die
thug life still ballin’
motherfucker still ballin’
straight motherfuckin’ ballin’
Artist: 2Pac Featuring Trick Daddy
Year: 2003
Decade: 00s
Language: en
Word Count: 317