Still Ballin' (feat. Trick Daddy) [Nitty Remix] - 2Pac

Miami Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Half step pussy ass nigga Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one with me I got my big gun wit' me, don't feel like doofin', I feel like shootin' fool And I don't like your attitude You do shit that dem hoes on a rag'll do Ol' faggot, you better watch your mouth Fo' I be in front yo' house, when yo' ass come out Ol' bitch ass, hold another nigga dick ass, bitch ass, nigga Keep lookin' at a nigga like you gonna tell somethin' I'll fuck around and kill ya Get on your mark, get set, you ready, yo If this shit get silly, I'm lettin' it go First scrito in the front seat You ever come my way, it's gon' be gun play Hey, I ride wit' a AK, get high and spit five out the AK Okay, let a nigga play and watch T-Double-D knock ya ass of the free seat All my Dade County Chevy boys, who drive candy toys and tolt guns galore And treat the Hummer like a Tonka toy Got shit you niggas ain't seen before Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Ying Yang and the T-Double-D We, in this motherfucker, crunk in this motherfucker And our nigga wit' a Miami boy And I still like to play wit' my Tonka toy I'm a Toys R Us kid, yes I is You can't be serious, yes I is You think I'm playin' then ask my brother You still don't believe me then ask my mother Because I love my gun, I play with my gun Have fun with my gun, have sex with my gun And I don't put a motherfucker out for fun 'Cause I ain't finna get ya ass tryin' to run I'ma bust one time, bust two times And the third time, yo' ass is mine Go down for the count, "He can't get up!" Damn, he fell and he can't get up Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your road Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) You a soft (mo'fucker), kind of gay (mo'fucker) If you mad 'cause you like you never had (mo'fucker) Fuck yo' (ass mo'fucker), that's the past (mo'fucker) And I know the fact make ya mad (mo'fucker) It is, what I thought nigga think it ain't For real, you lame and we off the chain And the T-Double-D, we bolo Fuck hoes, niggas ride by my Dolo Get the keys to my car and I jump in Hit the Liquor store, buy my Cigars and 'gen Get drunk and I'm off in the wind Lookin' for a itty-bitty pretty that could hold a sin We smokin' and ridin' Don't tell nobody, be quiet Might cut it lil' butt it Can't let this shit get done Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your road Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Oh my God, from the south to the bottom Trick Daddy Dollaz, Ying Yang Twins, beatin' ass Collipark Music Incorporated This that next level right here, it's that crunk party All these nigga doin' crunk music, we crunk party nigga Be original with it Hey man, who really run the south?

Cap D coming Beat that fine move Fuck niggas rock too My niggas no good Aint nothing but her so good Trick daddy in the house Disrespect watch your mouth She eat all D And dog you to captain D Yeah Yeah I like my hoes Never at home always in the street hoe-ing 3 to the store with their an-tee showing Nigga fly but the hand and nails been up in that coop Some 'notha nigga like to run up in ugh Like the big booty hoes with cute faces Lil nigga hit it on the first Basis Niggas fake but ya kick game straight X and o's down with the diamond name ugh Or when the panthers sets with dime again Or keep a nigga staring when you wearing down the camera It's creepy shit that keeps a nigga looking at you In the bunk station you can show off ya tattoo Even if you a max true player She'n giving it up the ass even if a nigga paying You say you not a money hungry hoe But if so come get the cash before we keep it on the low Ride Ride Fuck Ride Ride Nigga Ride Ride Fuck Ride Ride Bitch Ride Ride Fuck Ride Ride Nigga Ride Ride Fuck Ride Ride Bitch Word with the nigga with game His two cents making riches While money doing bitches like Emit Smith So let a nigga slide up Stick dick in your throat And leave ya mouth piece wide up They get money out coming To the niggas leveling hoes and mouth flipping cunts They wanna make a choice Which is grab ass Gold diggin bitches Pussy nothing but riches Some of these niggas be sexing hoes And buying them x and o's and expensive clothes When a nigga like myself can sweep her You can break off but you still cant keep her Coals in the sack I hit it from the back Spitting too Nigga after the fuck It's nothing else to do But send her back to you With the pussy bent up While you rob the store To keep the rent up Niggas in the house Niggas in the house Niggas in the house Let me hear you say "sex them hoes" Sex them hoes Say freak them hoes Freak them hoes Say eat them hoes Eat them hoes Say fuck them hoes Fuck them hoes Sex them hoes Say freak them hoes Freak them hoes Say eat them hoes Eat them hoes Put your hands up by your ass and drop that pussy to the floor Your pussy Them titties That pussy Them titties girl Them titties girl Them titties girl That pussy girl

Kane is in the building nigga The daddy dollas, dollas Get nasty, come on Stig, stig, stig, stig, stig Stig, stig, stig, stig, stig Who told you to put the lights on? I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya Who told you to put the lights on? I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya Who told you to put the lights on? I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya Who told you to put the lights on? I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya Listen baby, I don't mean to stare But I been hypnotized by your derriere Ya sympathize if ya man's a square Baby, I'm a player that really don't care And on a scale from one to ten You like eleven, twelve 'cause ya fine as hell Ya bow legged, paratoned with it Eatable titties and ya ass so pretty No, no scars, no cuts do sit ups And fuck enough so you don't need a tummy tuck And you don't need silicon Put a good bra on and show off ya own cunt whole Who told you to put the lights on? I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya Who told you to put the lights on? I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya Who told you to put the lights on? I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya Who told you to put the lights on? I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya And I love what she do When she do, what she do What she did, what she did to me 'Cause when her boy come through She go shakin' that ass Like she really wanna give it to me And that ass so nice and 'round The whole club'll shut down if it touch the ground And she know it 'cause she throw them cheeks From the right to the left and right back to me She a stone cold nympho She a ghetto in all forms and make it look simple And I know where ya get it from You a country lil' girl that was raised in the city heart Who told you to put the lights on? I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya Who told you to put the lights on? I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya Who told you to put the lights on? I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya Who told you to put the lights on? I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya With the flick of my tongue I can make that pussy cum Come on, put it right on the tip of my tongue Right there on the tip of my tongue Who told you to put the lights on? I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya Who told you to put the lights on? I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya At the flick of my tongue I can make that pussy cum Come on, put it right on the tip of my tongue Right there on the tip of my tongue Who told you to put the lights on? I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya Who told you to put the lights on? I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya She move like she a freshman Old quiet girl that her mama done kept in She make straight A's, her daddy's rich She good in school but she love that dick Voted most likely to succeed on Vala Victorian And been explorin' for him She don't need no sorority She thinks sorority's borin' and rather have a orgy And she in love with her body So when she by herself, she like to touch herself And she the type that'll eat a dick up off top And won't stop till she sop up every drop Who told you to put the lights on? I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya Who told you to put the lights on? I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya Who told you to put the lights on? I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya Who told you to put the lights on? I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya

You are appreciated. When I was young me and my mama had beef 17 years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time I never thought I'd see her face Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place Suspended from school, scared to go home I was a fool with the big boys, breakin' all the rules Shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddies The same drama, when things went wrong we blamed mama I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary, hey I'd see the penitentiary One day, runnin' from the police that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside And even as a crack fiend mama You always was a black queen mama I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy tryin' to raise a man You always was committed, a poor single mother on welfare Tell me how you did it, there's no way I can pay you back But the plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair No love for my daddy 'cause the coward wasn't there He passed away and I didn't cry 'Cause my anger wouldn't let me feel for a stranger They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless But all along I was lookin' for a father, he was gone I hung around with the thugs and even though they sold drugs They showed a young brother love I moved out and started really hangin' I needed money of my own so I started slangin' I ain't guilty 'cause even though I sell rocks It feels good puttin' money in your mailbox I love payin' rent when the rent's due I hope you got the diamond necklace that I sent to you 'Cause when I was low you was there for me You never left me alone because you cared for me And I can see you comin' home after work, late Your in the kitchen tryin' to fix us a hot plate Just workin' with the scraps you was given And mama made miracles every Thanksgiving But now the road got rough, your alone Tryin' to raise 2 bad kids on your own And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (And dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. Pour out some liquor and I reminisce 'Cause through the drama, I can always depend on my mama And when it seems that I'm hopeless You say the words that can get me back in focus When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy, there's no limit to the things you did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things you did for me And even though I act crazy I got to thank the Lord that you made me There are no words that can express how I feel You never kept a secret, always stayed real And I appreciate how you raised me And all the extra love that you gave me I wish I could take the pain away If you can make it through the night, there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if you hold on It's a struggle, everyday gotta roll on And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, lady, lady, lady.

I got shot Dear I always felt like I'd be shot Are you afraid to die? Somebody try to do me some harm Or do you wanna live forever Because a lot of people don't like me Tell me, what's wrong? They wanna bury me, I'm worried, I'm losin' my mind Look down the barrel of my 9, and my vision's blurry Fallin' to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord But he ignores me, unfortunately, 'cause I'm guilty Show me a miracle, I'm hopeless I'm chokin' off marijuana smoke With every toke it's like I'm losin' focus Fallin' asleep while I'm in service, when will I die? Forever paranoid and nervous, because I'm high Don't mention funerals, I'm stressin' and goin' nutty And reminiscin' 'bout them niggas that murdered my buddy I wonder: When will I be happy? Ain't nothin' funny Flashbacks of bustin' caps, anything for money Where am I goin'? I discovered, can't nothin' save me My next door neighbor's havin' convo with undercovers Put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it Happy birthday, bitch, you know you shouldn't have did it Everybody's dyin', am I next? Who can I trust? Will they be G's, and they look at me before they bust? Or will they kill me while I'm sleepin'? Two to the head while I'm in bed Leakin' blood on my satin sheets Is there a heaven for a baller? I'm gettin' suspicious of this bitch The line's busy every time I call her Now she's tellin' me to visit, who else is home? I check the house before I bone, so we all alone After I nut I hit the highway, see ya later! To all the players, watch the fly way a nigga played her This bitch is tellin' all her homies That I can fuck her like no other Now them other bitches wanna bone me I'm under pressure, gettin' drunk, somebody help me I drank a fifth of Hennessy, I don't think it's healthy I see my enemies, they creepin', don't make me blast I watch the 5-0's roll, the motherfuckers pass By me like they know me, smilin' as they laugh I put up my middle finger, then I dash Niggas don't like me, 'cause I'm thuggin' And every day I'm a hustler lookin' to get paid If I know that in this hotel room, they have food everyday And i'm knocking on the door everyday to eat And they tell, they open the door Let me see the party Let me see like them throwing salami all over I mean just like throwing food around But they're telling me "there's no food in here" You know what i'm saying? Everyday, I'm standing outside trying to Sing my way in You know what i'm saying? "We are hungry please let us in'" "We are hungry please let us in" After about a week that song is gonna change to "We hungry, we need some food" "Gimmie all the food or we're breaking down the door" And after a year then you just like You know what I'm saying, I'm picking the lock Coming through the door blasting You know what I'm saying? It's like you hungry, you reached your level You don't want anymore We asked 10 years ago We was asking with the Panthers We was asking with them, the Civil Rights Movement We was asking you know Now those people that asked are all dead and in jail So now what do you think we're gonna do? Ask? They wanna bury me, I'm worried no need to lie I pray to God I don't scream when it's time to fry Nowhere to rest, I'm losin' homies ain't that a bitch? When I was rich I had clout, now a nigga's lonely I put the pistol to my head, and say a prayer I see visions of me dead, Lord, are you there? Then tell me, am I lost? 'Cause I'm lonely I thought I had friends, but in the end a nigga dies lonely Nowhere to run, I'm in terror, and no one cares A closed casket at my funeral and no one's there Is there a future for a killer? I change my ways But still that don't promise me the next day So I stay thuggin' with a passion, forever blastin' I'm bustin' on these motherfuckers in my madness They wonder if I'm hellbound Well, Hell can't be worse than this, 'cause I'm in Hell now Don't make me hurt you, I don't want to, but I will Seen motherfuckers killed over phone bills Never will I die, I'll be back Reincarnated as a motherfuckin' MAC -11, 'cause in Heaven there's no shortage on G's I'm tellin' you now: "You motherfuckers don't know me" I ain't scared to die I ain't scared to die Only fear of death Only fear of death Only fear of death The controversy over Death Row Records And its owner being sort of a gangster Everybody's asking about Death Row Suge ain't no gangsta. He's chilling No? No man, Suge a rider I know what good morals are But you're supposed to disregard good morals When you're living in a crazy, bad world If you're in hell, how can you live like an angel? You're surrounded by devils, trying to be an angel? That's like suicide