Still Ballin 2Pac
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now, [F#m]ever since a nigga was a seed
Only thing promised [F#m]to me was the penitentiary
Still ballin', r[F#m]idin' on these niggas 'cause they lame
In a '61 Chevy, still heavy in this game
Can you feel me? [F#m]Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug nigga
Up before the [F#m]sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
Tell me if it's o[F#m]n, nigga, then we first to bomb
Bust on these [F#m]b**ch-made niggas, hit 'em up, Westside!
[F#m]Ain't nobody loved me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger, Lord fo[F#m]rgive me if I smoke niggas
I love my f[F#m]emales strapped, then f**k her from the back
I get my c[F#m]urrency in stacks, California is where I'm at ridin'
[F#m]Passed by while these niggas wondered why
I got s[F#m]hot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try
Did I cr[F#m]y? Hell nah, nigga, tears shed, for all my homies in the pen, many peers dead; a nigga still ballin'
[Book: 2Pac & (Trick Daddy)]
Still b[F#m]allin' until I die (until I die)
You can bring your c[F#m]rew, but we remain true
Motherf**ker, still b[F#m]allin' (I be ballin')
Niggas wonder [F#m]why (they wonder why)
You can bring your c[F#m]rew, but we remain true
Motherf**ker, still ballin'
[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]
Now, as I k[F#m]neel and pray I hope the Lord understand
When he's g[F#m]one, devolve, I become a dangerous man
Ain't c[F#m]razy or deranged, I'm sayin'
But when these k[F#m]ids go to spray 'em, boy, won't be playin'
[F#m]With clientele, any rhyme sales
Question is[F#m]: Will you f**k-niggas ride for real, huh?
b**ch ni[F#m]gga, this is G-rated
Plus your ho[F#m]meboy won't make it, street game Fugazi
I'm eleva[F#m]ted to the top of this sh*t
Done f**[F#m]ked around and put me and 2Pac on the b**ch
And you can [F#m]tell 'em "Thug Life" was the reason for this
And I ri[F#m]de for any nigga who believe in the sh*t; still ballin'
[Book: 2Pac & (Trick Daddy)]
Still b[F#m]allin' until I die (until I die)
You can bring your c[F#m]rew, but we remain true
Motherf**ker, still b[F#m]allin' (I be ballin')
Niggas wonder [F#m]why (they wonder why)
You can bring your c[F#m]rew, but we remain true
Motherf**ker, still ballin'
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Now ev[F#m]erybody wanna see us dead
Two mur[F#m]dered on the front page
Shot to death, bu[F#m]llets to the head
Niggas ho[F#m]lla out my name and it's similar to rape
Motherf[F#m]**kers know I'm comin', so they runnin' to they graves
W[F#m]atch! Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound
'Cause[F#m] Trick don't give a f**k
Where you coward niggas now?
Blast, k[F#m]eep pumpin', ain't worried about nothin'
Busters tho[F#m]ught we was frontin'
So reload and keep dumpin'; still ballin'
[Book: 2Pac & (Trick Daddy)]
Still b[F#m]allin' until I die (until I die)
You can bring your c[F#m]rew, but we remain true
Motherf**ker, still b[F#m]allin' (I be ballin')
Niggas wonder [F#m]why (they wonder why)
You can bring your c[F#m]rew, but we remain true
Motherf**ker, still ballin'
Still b[F#m]allin' until I die (until I die)
You can bring your c[F#m]rew, but we remain true
Motherf**ker, still b[F#m]allin' (I be ballin')
Niggas wonder [F#m]why (they wonder why)
You can bring your c[F#m]rew, but we remain true
Motherf**ker, still ba[F#m]llin'
(Thug life), still ba[F#m]llin'
Motherf**ker, still [F#m]ballin'
Straight motherf**kin' ba[F#m]llin'
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