[Intro: 2Pac]
Straight motherfuckin' ballin'
Part 2, Still Ballin'
Westside!

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now, ever since a n***a was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin'
Ridin' on these n***as ‘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 n***a
Up before the sun rise, quicker than a drug dealer
Tell me if it's on, n***a, then we first to bomb
Bust on these bitch-made n***as, hit 'em up, WESTSIDE!
Ain't nobody loved me as a broke n***a
Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke n***as
I love my females strapped, then fuck her from the back
I get my currency in stacks, California is where I'm at
Ridin', pass by while these n***as wonder why
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try
Did I cry? Hell nah, n***a, tears shed
For all my homies in the pen', many peers dead; n***a, still ballin'

[Chorus: 2Pac & (Trick Daddy)]
Still ballin' until I die (Until I die)
You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker
Still ballin' (I be ballin')
N***as wonder why (They wonder why)
You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker
Still ballin'
[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]
Now as I kneel and pray I hope the Lord understand
When these guns involved, I become a dangerous man
Ain't crazy or deranged, I'm sayin' (I'm sayin')
But when these kids go to spray 'em, boy, won't be playin'
With clientele, any rhyme sells
Question is: will you fuck-n***as ride for real, huh?
Bitch n***a, 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 n***a who believe in the shit; still ballin'

[Chorus: 2Pac]
'Til the day I die
You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker
Still ballin', n***as wonder why
You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker
Still ballin'

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two murdered on the front page
Shot to death, bullets to the head
N***as holla out my name and it's similar to rain
Motherfuckers know I'm comin', so they runnin' to their graves
Watch! Swoop down with my n***a from the Pound
‘Cause Trick don't give a fuck
Where you coward n***as now?
Blast, keep pumpin', ain't worried about nothin'
Busters thought we was frontin'
So reload and keep dumpin'; still ballin'
[Chorus: 2Pac & (Trick Daddy)]
(I'm still ballin') 'til the day I die ('til I die)
You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker
Still ballin' (I be ballin')
N***as wonder why (They wonder why)
You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker
Still ballin' 'til the day I die (Still ballin')
You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker
Still ballin', n***as wonder why (Tell 'em!)
You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker
Still ballin', until the day I die
(Thug life), still ballin'
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Straight motherfuckin' ballin'