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2pac – still ballin (trapstep remix) lyrics

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straight motherf-ckin’ ballin’, part two
still ballin’, westside!
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 ’61 chevy, still heavy in this game
can you feel me? blame it on my mama, 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 loved 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 is where i’m at ridin’
p-ssed by while these n-ggas wondered 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; a n-gga still ballin’
still ballin’ until i die (until i die)
you can bring your crew, but we remain true
motherf-cker, still ballin’ (i be ballin’)
n-ggas wonder why (they wonder why)
you can bring your crew, but we remain true
motherf-cker, still ballin’
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’
but when these kids go to spray ’em, boy, won’t be playin’
with clientele, any rhyme sales
question is: will you f-ck-n-ggas ride for real, huh?
b-tch n-gga, this is g-rated
plus your homeboy won’t make it, street game fugazi
i’m elevated to the top of this sh-t
done f-cked around and put me and 2pac on the b-tch
and you can tell ’em “thug life” was the reason for this
and i ride for any n-gga who believe in the sh-t; still ballin’
until 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’
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 rape
motherf-ckers know i’m comin’, so they runnin’ to they graves
watch! swoop down with my n-gga from the pound
‘cause trick don’t give a f-ck
where you coward n-ggas now?
blast, keep pumpin’, ain’t worried about nothin’
busters thought we was frontin’
so reload and keep dumpin’; still ballin’
you can bring your crew, but we remain true
motherf-cker, still ballin’ (i be ballin’)
n-ggas wonder why (they wonder why)
you can bring your crew, but we remain true
motherf-cker, still ballin’
’til the day i die (still ballin’)
you can bring your crew, but we remain true
motherf-cker, still ballin’
n-ggas wonder why (tell ’em!)
you can bring your crew, but we remain true
motherf-cker, still ballin’, until the day i die
(thug life), still ballin’
motherf-cker, still ballin’
straight motherf-ckin’ ballin’