2Pac – Still Ballin’ (Original Version) with Kurupt

Recorded date: December 18, 1995
Studio: Can-Am Studios, Tarzana, California
Recorded for: All Eyez On Me/The Supreme Euthanasia/When I Get Free Sessions
Producer: Johnny „J“ Jackson
Samples: Ohio Players- Far East Mississippi

Lyrics:

[Intro] Straight motherfuckin ballin
Part two, still ballin
Kurupt up in this motherfucker
Westside!

[Verse 1: 2Pac] 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 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 niggas hit ’em up, WESTSIDE
Ain’t nobody love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas
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 niggas 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
Niggas still ballin

[Hook: 2Pac] Still ballin, ’til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin, niggas wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin

[Verse 2: Kurupt] This for all y’all motherfuckers
They done did it, let the dog out 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 and space, and in this where all my thoughts
„Where all the fucking murders take place?“
And I’m in it to win it; I’m out to get paid
Got all these bitches on my dick, from the money I made
It’s a state I have brought, Growing up it’s by naturally
I don’t give a fuck
Still ballin!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

[2Pac] 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 they graves, watch
Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound
Cause [Kurupt] don’t give a fuck, where you coward niggas now, blast
Keep pumpin, ain’t worried bout nuttin
Busters thought we was frontin, so reload and keep dumpin

[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
Roll and collide Homicide vibes inside
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
Get shanked, get shot indulging in this poisonous plot
Fame and fortune, fortune from game
Weed and zags, illicit amounts of cash
Jags its all the same
As long as there money to exchange
NIGGA!

[Hook]

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