Still Ballin' (feat. Trick Daddy) [Nitty Remix]

Straight motherfucking balling, part two

Still balling, Westside

Now ever since a **** was a seed

Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary

Still balling, riding on these **** 'cause they lame

In a '61 Chevy still heavy in this game

Can you feel me? Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug ****

Up before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers

Tell me if it's on, ****, then we first to bomb, bust

On these bitch-made ****, hit 'em up

Westside, ain't nobody loved me as a broke ****

Finger on the trigger, Lord, forgive me if I smoke ****

I love my females strapped then fuck her from the back

I get my currency in stacks, California is where I'm at

Riding, passed by while these **** wondered why

I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try

Did I cry? Hell nah, ****, tears shed

For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead

A **** still balling

Still balling until the day I die

You can bring your crew but we remain true

Motherfucker, still balling

**** wonder why

You can bring your crew but we remain true

Motherfucker, still balling

Now as I kneel and pray I hope the Lord understand

When he's gone, devolve, I become a dangerous man

Ain't crazy or deranged, I'm saying

But when these kids go to spray 'em, boy, won't be playing

With clientele any rhyme sales

Question is, will you fuck **** ride for real, huh?

Bitch, ****, this is G-rated

Plus your homebody 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 **** who believe in the shit

Still balling until the day I die

You can bring your crew but we remain true

Motherfucker, still balling

**** wonder why

You can bring your crew but we remain true

Motherfucker, still balling

Now everybody wanna see us dead

Two murdered on the front page

Shot to death, bullets to the head

**** holla out my name and it's similar to rape

Motherfuckers know I'm coming so they running to they graves

Watch, swoop down with my **** from the Pound

'Cause Trick don't give a fuck

Where you coward **** now?

Blast, keep pumping, ain't worried about nothing

Busters thought we was fronting

So reload and keep dumping

Still balling until the day I die

You can bring your crew but we remain true

Motherfucker, still balling

**** wonder why

You can bring your crew but we remain true

Motherfucker, still balling

Until the day I die

You can bring your crew but we remain true

Motherfucker, still balling

**** wonder why

You can bring your crew but we remain true

Motherfucker, still balling

Until the day I die

Thug life, still balling

Motherfucker, still balling

Straight motherfucking balling