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Welcome! 
Little boys and girls. 
Makaveli! 
(For the love of Makaveli!) 
Lives forever! 
(Outlawz!) 
And ever 
Come on. 


Verse 1 *(E.D.I.)* 

I remember the days we used to 
ride together 
it's goin on boi, I thought we'd 
die together 
but you left befo' me homie 
only if I could talk to you 
they ain't know, but you walkin through this life of sin an stuff 
two days have passed 
since I first heard the shots blast 
an I can still picture the scenery 
won't be no peace fo' me until I see ya at the crossroads 
all of us back together again 
eternally "Lost Souls". 


Verse 2 *(Napoleon)* 

I bet I shake ya world 
fo' Pac, I'ma drink til I hurl 
an pump the brakes on the hardest whoever thinkin they thurrough 
it's young Napoleon 
Makaveli gave this soldier his name 
an if you claim it the same 
you have to prove you insane 
betta get ya heart right 
in the mist of the warfields 
bullets gon' fly by 
we Outlawz 
an play the street life because it's paid right 
it's my life, my life, my life 
that's in the sunshine 
Kadafi I'ma hold a sign 
hopin you run through one time. 
We "Still Ballin"! 


Chorus *(Yukmouth)* 

Don't cry, dry yo eye say, "Pac we Still Ballin" 
(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin) Wha? Wha? 
Juss look up in the sky say, "Pac we Still Ballin" 
(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin) Wha? 
Pour some liqour on the ground, say "Pac we Still Ballin" 
(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin) Uh. 
If he could only see us now, ayo Pac we Still Ballin! 


Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)* 

Congregate the Bloods and Cuzz 
Vice Lords and Disciples 
I got love fa thugs 
even the hoodrats and scrubs that we ducked in the club 
sucka for love 
if I introduce a busta to slugs (what?!) 
hustled the drugs 
we all lust for money and fast cars 
the, life of a rap star 
floatin in Jaguars 
then ball wit a bad broad 
learn how to stack tall 
money longer then Shaq ya'll (WESTSIDE!!) 
Holla back ya'll!! (Yes!) 
I smoked out wit Redman 
aim an infared at the head of a rappa tryin to make a livin off a dead man 
flossin a dead man 
I know the drama is reallin 
they stole every song ya made and owe yo mama some millons 
will God's children plese stop wit ya "I can be like Pac!" 
raps ya rock 
bout, gats and glocks 
ya act like Pac 
wit all them songs you stole from dude 
if Makaveli was alive, WE WOULDA RODE ON YOU FOOLS!! 
That's real!! 

*(Chorus)* 

(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) 
They can bite all they want but Pac we Still Ballin! 
(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) 
Westside, Southside say, "Pac we Still Ballin!" 
(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) 
We gon' keep the thuggin alive, eh Pac we Still Ballin! 
(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) (We love you nigga) 
Rap-A-Lot Mafia Life, eh 'Pac we Still Ballin! 


Verse 3 *(Young Noble)* 

We still callin 
everyday ta ya 
we still believe in ya 
we still pray ta ya 
now e'ry body all on Pac's heels 
had to wait til a soldier to die 
fo ya'll to give him his 
Hell nah! 
Outlaw soldiers thug fo life 
half a ya'll ain't never knew Pac 
Forget the hype! 
We used to play box wit him 
caulk glocks, an lick shots wit him 
that was a crazy soldier 
yo I miss him 
taught a brotha so much 
in "Thugs We Trust" 
still as soft as cream puff 
Outlawz we "Hit 'Em Up" 
an "Bomb First" 
so "Hail Mary" 
you bail scarry through this "White Manz World" 
but I never let it bury me 
Kadafi I love ya 
an I'll see ya when I die homie 
smoke some weed 
you an Pac get high fo me. 
Ya'll Still Ballin. 
Ya'll Still Ballin. 
Still Ballin. 


*(Kastro talking)* 

We can do this. 
Fuck the tricks! 
God bless the dead. 
Yafi Kadafi we love ya. 


*(Chorus)* 

Til the days that I die eh Pac we Still Ballin! 
(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) 
Wave ya hands in the sky say, "Pac we Still Ballin!" 
(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) 
Westside, Southside say, "Pac we Still Ballin!" 
(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) What? 
Eastside, Northside say, "Pac we Still Ballin!" 
(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) What? 
The Regime, Outlawz an Yuk, we Still Ballin! 
(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) 
Rap-A-Lot, Lil J an Face, we Still Ballin! 
(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) What? 
Diggity Daz an Kurupt say, "Pac we Still Ballin!" 
(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) 
E-40 Fonz an B-Leigt say, "Pac we Still Ballin!" 
(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) What? 
All my dogs everywhere say, "Pac we Still Ballin!" 
(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) Uh. 
An all my real ass thugs say, "Pac we Still Ballin!" 
(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) 

*(Yukmouth talking)* 

A dedication! 
To the legendary Makaveli! 
God bless his soul! 
(Yes!) 
It's time for us to ride for my potna. 
All these bitin ass characters in the industry! 

We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin! 
(Ride or die) 
(Ride or die) 
We Still Ballin. 
We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin! 
(Ride or die) 
We Still Ballin. 
(Ride or die) 
We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin! 
(Ride or die) 
(Ride or die) 
We Still Ballin. 
We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin! 
(Ride or die) 
We Still Ballin. 
(Ride or die) 
We Still Ballin. 
La, la 
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la! (Regime) 
We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin! 
La, la. 
Ballin, Ballin, Ballin! 
We Still Ballin! 
Ballin! 
Ballin! 
Ballin!

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