Still Ballin бля где мои 13 пипец вот так время вода
2Pac
Now ever since a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me? Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga Up befo' 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 niggaz hit 'em up, WESTSIDE Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right? Passed by while these niggaz 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 Niggaz still ballin
Chorus: 2Pac Still ballin, 'til the day I die You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggaz wonder why You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin
Fredro Starr
IIIIIII got struck by lighting in the thunder Wildin' in the shit from the tundrum The Winda!!!! Help me up, somebodies pullin me under A scorture, a flame on the brain, this is torture Terrible, horrible section aborter Sacrifice the virgin, urbun as splurgin Split sprice i'm gonna fuck yer like it's hurt yer right Bombs had got shattered, bullet holes in the paper Escape the madness, ONYX! the baddest Souls of a souljah in the streets of survival If yer plan to buy the blackness Here's the gun to guide you Thumble up, crews crumble up under pressure God It's hard, fuck there won't be two prayin'