Still Ballin’ [Nitty Remix] lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac]
Straight motherf*ckin' ballin'
Part 2, Still Ballin'
Westside!

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
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 6-1 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 a drug dealer
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 nobody 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', pass by while these n*ggas wonder why
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try
Did I cry? Hell nah, n*gga, tears shed
For all my homies in the pen', many peers dead; n*gga, still ballin'

[Chorus: 2Pac & (Trick Daddy)]
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'
[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]
Now as I kneel and pray I hope the Lord understand
When these guns involved, I become a dangerous man
Ain't crazy or deranged, I'm sayin' (I'm sayin')
But when these kids go to spray 'em, boy, won't be playin'
With clientele, any rhyme sells
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'

[Chorus: 2Pac]
'Til 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'

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
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 rain
Motherf*ckers know I'm comin', so they runnin' to their 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'
[Chorus: 2Pac & (Trick Daddy)]
(I'm still ballin') 'til the day I die ('til 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' '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'