Straight motherfuckin' ballin'
Part 2, Still Ballin'
Westside

Now ever since a nigga was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin'
Ridin' on these niggas '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 nigga
Up before the sun rise, quicker than a drug dealer
Tell me if it's on, nigga, then we first to bomb
Bust on these bitch-made niggas, hit 'em up, Westside
Ain't nobody loved me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger, Lord, forgive me if I smoke niggas
I love my females strapped, then fuck her from the back
I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at
Ridin', pass by while these niggas wonder why
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try
Did I cry? Hell nah, nigga, tears shed
For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead, nigga, still ballin'

Still ballin' until I die (until I die)
You could bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin' (I be ballin')
Niggas wonder why (they wonder why)
You could bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin'

Now as I kneel and pray I hope the Lord understand
When he's gone involved, I become a dangerous man (a dangerous man)
Ain't crazy or deranged, I'm sayin' (I'm sayin')
But when these Ks go to sprayin', boy, I won't be playin' (I won't be playin')
With clientele, any rhyme sells
Question is, will you fuck-niggas ride for real, huh?
Bitch nigga, this is G-rated
Plus your homeboy won't make it, street game Fugazi
I'm elevated to the top of this shit
Done fucked around and put me and 2Pac on the bitch
And you can tell 'em "Thug Life" was the reason for this
And I ride for any nigga who believe in the shit, I'm still ballin'

'Til the day I die
You could bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Niggas wonder why
You could bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin'

Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two murdered on the front page
Shot to death, bullets to the head
Niggas holla out my name and it's similar to rape
Motherfuckers know I'm comin', so they runnin' to their graves
Watch, swoop down with my nigga from the Pound
'Cause Trick don't give a fuck
Where you coward niggas now?
Blast, keep pumpin', ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Busters thought we was frontin' so reload and keep dumpin' (still ballin')

I'm still ballin'
'Til the day I die ('til I die)
You could bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin' (I be ballin')
Niggas wonder why (they wonder why)
You could bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin'
'Til the day I die (still ballin')
You could bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Niggas wonder why (tell 'em)
You could bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin' 'til the day I die
(Thug life)
Still ballin'
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Straight motherfuckin' ballin'

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., PFIVE Entertainment Mexico, Royalty Solutions Corp, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Francisco Pimental, Johnny Jackson, Maurice Young, Ricardo Brown, Tupac Shakur