[Verse 2: 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 '61 Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me?
Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga
Up before 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'
See Still Ballin' for notes concerning this section of the song.
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