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2pac - still ballin' o.g. lyrics

[intro]
straight motherf-ckin’ ballin’
part two, still ballin’
kurupt up in this motherf-cker
westside!

[verse 1: 2pac]
now ever since a n-gga was a seed
only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin
ridin’ on these n-ggas ’cause they lame
in a 6-1 chevy, still heavy in this game—can you feel me?
blame it on my momma i’m a thug n-gga
up before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
tell me if it’s on, n-gga then we first to bomb
bust on these b-tch-made n-ggas, hit ’em up, westside
ain’t n0body love me as a broke n-gga
finger on the trigger, lord forgive me if i smoke n-ggas
i love my females strapped, then f-ck her from the back
i get my currency in stacks, california’s where i’m at – right?
p-ssed by while these n-ggas wonder why
i got shot but didn’t die, let ’em see who’s next to try
did i cry? h-ll nah, n-gga tears shed
for all my homies in the pen, many peers dead, n-gga

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

[verse 2: kurupt]
this for all y’all motherf-ckers
they done did it, let the dogg out the cage
i’m pumped dump with the gauge
i done did it all, everywhere i go, i ball
precise, keep my game tight, or for sure i fall
i’m the invincible, and since the top princ-p-l’s loot
like the heat to them all, who got the heart to shoot?
i get st-tches, play the game of bb britches
when i was young, dreamin’ ’bout money, fame, and b-tches
i like fat -sses, fat money bags of cash in m-sses
slowly as time p-sses, i found nothing but money rules time and sp-ce
and in this realm of thoughts
where all the f-cking murders take place
and i’m in it to win it; i’m out to get paid
got all these b-tches on my d-ck from all the money i made
it’s a trade i’ve acquired, growing up inspired
naturally, i don’t give a f-ck, a murderer for hire
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-ggas holla out my name and it’s similar to raid
motherf-ckers know i’m comin’, so they runnin’ to their graves, watch
swoop down with my n-gga from the pound
’cause kurupt don’t give a f-ck, where you coward n-ggas now, blast
keep pumpin’, ain’t worried ’bout nuttin’
busters thought we was frontin’, so reload and keep dumpin’

[kurupt]
i feel heat, everywhere n-ggas see me up in the streets
i don’t tweak, keep a straight .38 under the seat
mash, mission mode, my thoughts are cold
plots and plans for scams, money bags of gold
roll and collide, homicide vibes inside
thug life and dogg pound on this midnight ride
ever since we hit the row
we got stationed, with no hesitation
make moves, n-gga, mr. too smooth, the elaborate
you’re slow like motion, focus on the money that’s made
and sip on this poisonous potion
glamour get you got, too much heat, too hot
get shanked, get shot indulging in this poisonous plot
fame and fortune, fortune from game
weed and zags, illicit amounts of cash
jags, its all the same, ain’t sh-t ever gon’ change
as long as there’s money to exchange, n-gga!

- 2pac lyrics

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