Still Ballin' [Nitty Remix] Lyrics By 2Pac

• Artist 2Pac
• Featured Trick Daddy
• Title Still Ballin' [Nitty Remix]
• Album The Best of 2Pac, Pt. 2: Life

Straight motherfucking balling, part two
Still balling, Westside
Now ever since a **** was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary
Still balling, riding on these **** '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 ****
Up before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
Tell me if it's on, ****, then we first to bomb, bust
On these bitch-made ****, hit 'em up
Westside, ain't nobody loved me as a broke ****
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
Riding, passed by while these **** wondered why
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try
Did I cry? Hell nah, ****, tears shed
For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead
A **** still balling
Still balling until the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true
Motherfucker, still balling
**** wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true
Motherfucker, still balling
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 saying
But when these kids go to spray 'em, boy, won't be playing
With clientele any rhyme sales
Question is, will you fuck **** ride for real, huh?
Bitch, ****, this is G-rated
Plus your homebody 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 **** who believe in the shit
Still balling until the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true
Motherfucker, still balling
**** wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true
Motherfucker, still balling
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two murdered on the front page
Shot to death, bullets to the head
**** holla out my name and it's similar to rape
Motherfuckers know I'm coming so they running to they graves
Watch, swoop down with my **** from the Pound
'Cause Trick don't give a fuck
Where you coward **** now?
Blast, keep pumping, ain't worried about nothing
Busters thought we was fronting
So reload and keep dumping
Still balling until the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true
Motherfucker, still balling
**** wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true
Motherfucker, still balling
Until the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true
Motherfucker, still balling
**** wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true
Motherfucker, still balling
Until the day I die
Thug life, still balling
Motherfucker, still balling
Straight motherfucking balling