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2pac

Still Ballin [Nitty Remix]
by 2Pac



"yes,yes,yes,yes,whats crackin this is uh mo sheem sha court,thug life outlouz strictly representin on my man DJ fade away"
"strait mother fuckin ballin"
"part two" "still ballin" "corrupt up in this mother fucker" "west side"


now ever since a nigger was a seed only thing promised to me was the penitentury
still ballin
ridin on these niggers cause they late in a six one chevy still heavy in this gat can you feel me
blame it on my mamma im a thug nigger before the sun rise quicker than your drug dealer tells me if its on
nigger than we first of all bust on these bitch man niggers hit em up west side
aint nobody loved as a broke nigger finger on the trigger lord forgive me if i smike niggas
i let my female strap then fuck it from the back i get my cover 3 stacks californias where im at ridee
thats prolly why that these nigaas wonder why how come shakur didnt die let em see whos next to truck did i cry hell naw niggas teers shed for all my niggas in the pen many peers dead
still ballin till the day i die you could bring ya crew but we remain true mother fuker still ballin niggas wonder why you could bring ya crew but we remain true mother fucker still ballin


they done did it let the dog out the cage,im pumped, dump with gage
i done did it off everywhere i go i ball precise keep my game tight or for sher i fall
im the invincable and since the top principles loop like the heat to the mav who got the heart to shoot
i get stitches play the game of BB riches when i was young dreamin bout money fame and bitches
i like fat asses fat money bags for cash and mashes slowly as time passes i found nothing but money rules time and space and where i thought all my thugs fuckin murders take place
and im in it to win im out to get paid got all these bitches on my dick from all the money i made its a trade ive aquired growin up inspired naturaly i dont give a fuck ill murder and then high step



still ballin till the day i die you could bring ya crew but we remain true mother fuker still ballin niggas wonder why you could bring ya crew but we remain true mother fucker still ballin
"highly untouchables"


now everybody wanna see us dead he murdered on the froont page shot the death bullets to the head niggas holla out my nameand they send another brick
mother fuckers know im comin so they run into there place watch swoop down with my nigga from the pound these two bucks dont give a fuck when you count a niggas neck blast keep pumpin they worry bout nothin but this boy would keep frontin so we load and keep dumpin


i feel heat evreywhere niggas see me up in the streets i dont peek a straight 38 under the seet now, mission mode my thoughts were cold now.pops adnance the schemes money bags and gold no one could lie homicide by concide gun life and dog pound on this midnight ride ever since we hit the world we got station with no hesitation make moves nigga mister to smoothe be there laughin be slow like motion focus on the money thats made and sip on this poisinous potion ganma getcha got to much heat to hot you safeist shot envoled in this poisonous plot, fame and fortune, fortune from game weve intact innocent mouse and cat to act just all the same aint shit ever gonna change as long as theres money to exchange nigga

highly untoughables
highly untoughables


till the day i die you could bring ya crew but we remain true mother fuker still ballin niggas wonder why you could bring ya crew but we remain true mother fucker still ballin
till the day i die you could bring ya crew but we remain true mother fuker still ballin niggas wonder why you could bring ya crew but we remain true mother fucker still ballin
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