Letra Still ballin' (dj fatal remix) Kurupt

Still ballin' (dj fatal remix)

say [DJ Fatal]

Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes

Whats Crackin this is uh

Mopreme Shcourt

Thug Life, Outlawz

This is strictly for my man DJ FATAL

say [2Pac]

Straight motherfuckin ballin

Part two, still ballin

Kurupt up in this motha fucka

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

[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

[Verse Two: Kurupt]

(this for all y'all motha fuckas)

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 all these bitches on my dick, from the money I made

Its a state I have brought, Growing up its by naturally

I don't give a fuck, a murda with heart

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

[Verse Three: 2Pac]

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 [Kurupt] 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 Four: 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 kil-lie Homicide Boxicide

Thug Life and Dogg Pound on this midnight ride

Every since we hit the world

We got stationed, with no hesitation

Make moves nigga, Mr. Too Smooth the elaborate

The slow like potion, focus on the money

Thats made sippin on this poisonous potion

Grandma got you got, Too much heat to hot

Cause Shank is shot, Belgium in this poisonous plot

Fame and fortune, fortune from game

We be zags, and this some bout some cats

Taxes its all the same

As long as there money to exchange

NIGGA!!!!!

[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