2 Pac - Still Ballin (feat. Trick Daddy) | Текст песни

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• Still Ballin (feat. Trick Daddy)

[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'
Riding on these niggas cause they lame
In a '61 Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me?
Blame it on my momma 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 bitch-made niggas, hit em up, Westside!
Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas
I love my females strapped, I'll fuck her from the back
I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right?
Passed 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 tear I shed
For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead

Niggas still ballin

[Hook - 2Pac/Trick Daddy]
Still ballin until I die
You can bring your crew motherfucker
I be ballin, they wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true!

[Verse 2 - Trick Daddy]
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, I don't be playin
With clientele, any rhyme sales
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 the shit
I'm still ballin

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - 2Pac]
Now everybody wanna see us dead
2 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 coming, so they running to they graves: watch!
Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound
Cause Trick don't give a fuck, where you coward niggas now?
Blast, keep pumping, ain't worried bout nothing
Busters thought we was fronting, so reload and keep dumping