Tupac feat. Kurupt - Смесь "Still Ballin" энд "Let Em Have It" (Эксклюзивные слова) | Текст песни

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Неофициальное творение в виде миксования известных композиций пока-неизвестными талантливыми кексами. Текст подгонял Animositat.

Part two, still ballin
Westside

[Verse One: 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
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two murdered on the front page, shot to death, bullets to the head
Niggaz holla out my name and it's similar to rape
Motherfuckers know I'm comin, so they runnin to they graves, watch
Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound
Cause {Trick} don't give a fuck, where you coward niggaz now, blast
Keep pumpin, ain't worried bout nuttin
Busters thought we was frontin, so reload and keep dumpin

[Verse 2: Kurupt]
I feel heat, everywhere a nigga see me up in the streets
I don't tweak, Keep a straight .38 under the seat
Mad. Mission Mode. My thoughts are cold
Bought some tans of skins, money bags of gold
Rolled in ??? Homicide Boxicide
Thug Life and Dogg Pound on this midnight ride
Every since we hit the world
We got stationed, ???
Fame and fortune, fortune from game
We be zags, and this some bout some cats
Taxes its all the same
Ain't, shit. Nеver gonna change.
As long as there money to exchange
NIGGA!

[Verse 3: 2pac]
Now you've been acting like you want it for a long time
All up in a nigga face, giving me them strong vibes
Look in my eyes and you'll find peace
A Gemini, so you really blow my mind freak, c'mon
I got my clothes off, hard as a nigga in jail
Skinny niggas throw the dick well
Everybody get they condoms, brother cause it's time to fuck
Hurry up and put it on nigga, time is up
What's next got my mind on some group sex
Where you going baby, I ain't even through yet
Do it like a true vet, love it how I threw it to ya
In and out make it good to ya, remember me?
I love fucking... //
Hands up, all up inside ya, hell I can stand ya
Eyes open I don't plan to bust, just hold on
Baby let me zone in, what do you mean?
Can you scream let it go bitch, how does it feel?
Got a nigga like steel in ya, to keep going
Now I'm fucking like I'm Killing ya, let's go another round
Baby is you down really, two shots of ecstasy
Lick a nigga down silly, your body next to me
I could touch ... //
even white hoes, bellisimo
Que linda, dame beso, come to papi
Fuck until the shit is sloppy, if you really want it

[Verse 4: Kurupt]
They done did it at the door, got the cage
Got pumped up with the gauge
I done did it all, everywhere I go, I ball
Precisely my game tight, or for so I fall
I'm the invincible, and since the top principals
Lose like the Heat to them all, who got the heart to shoot?
I get stitches, play the game with BB britches.
When I was young dreamin 'bout money, fame, and bitches
I like fat asses, fat money bags of cash, and masses
Slowly as time passes, I found nothing but money rules.
Time is facing, and in this where all my thoughts
"Where all the fucking murders take place?"
And I'm anything when, I'm 'bout to get paid
Got al

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