Still Ballin’ (Nitty Remix)

[Intro: 2Pac]

Straight motherfuckin' ballin'

Part 2, Still Ballin'

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 niggas ‘cause they lame

In a 6-1 Chevy, still heavy in this game—can you feel me?

Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug nigga

Up before the sun rise, quicker than a drug dealer

Tell me if it's on, nigga, then we first to bomb

Bust on these bitch-made niggas, hit 'em up, Westside!

Ain't nobody loved me as a broke nigga

Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke

I love my females strapped, then fuck her from the back

I get my currency in stacks, California is where I'm at

Ridin', pass by while these niggas wonder 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'

[Chorus: 2Pac & (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'

[Verse 2: 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 fuck-niggas 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 this shit; still ballin'

[Chorus: 2Pac]

'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'

[Verse 3: 2Pac]

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 rain

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'

[Chorus: 2Pac & (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'