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Still Ballin' Lyrics

from Ghetto Postage

"Still Ballin'" is track #3 on the album Ghetto Postage. It was written by Johnny Lee Jackson;tupac Shakur;maurice Young;francisco Pimentel;jr. Brown.
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We some No Limit Soldiers
You see No Limit is an army
We some No Limit Soldiers
You see No Limit is an army

Nigga what what bitches callin' my name
Homies hut hut No Limit still in the game
See I'm a money making nigga like Bill Gates
Me and my lil' cousin toss bitches from state to state

Lil' Beezy he off the heezy
He in the threezy smoking weezy
I don't give a fuck about you hatin' I'm chasin' fortune and fame
I got every ghetto bitch screamin' my name

Nigga rap in the South I started that
It wasn't cool to be country 'til I brought it back
Now y'all boys know y'all can't mess with me
'Cause No Limit is a part of history

We some No Limit Soldiers
You see No Limit is an army
We some No Limit Soldiers
You see No Limit is an army

I seen a nigga catch 30 rounds and live through it
You could tell he was a soldier and he knew it
Fuckin' wit me, my niggaz [Incomprehensible]
Fuckin' wit me you better not leave the club

All it takes is some Hennessey and I'm gone
Dressed in all back bitch I'm bout to follow you home
With my chopper, I release anger
Runnin' off in the dark like strangers

I don't give a fuck nigga if you like me
I told the same thing, I'm way [Incomprehensible]
It's easy to bust a niggas skull plate
Half of you haters go to jail quick and to the state
You ain't ready

Out of control ever since I got out the hold
Fuck a P.O. I ain't got time for parole
My nine it explodes every time it's exposed
Once you see it you get it that's how No Limit rolls

Fold in your doors and hit you while you dead on the floor
Excuse me miss but we gotta take him straight to the morgue
Talkin' the talk knowin' he ain't walkin' the walk
Fuckin' with him is like me fuckin' with pork

I'm holdin' the fort for every person reppin' New York
Niggas front on No Limit ya ass is out when you caught
Fuck what you thought they'll find you lying dead on the porch
Clothes soiled as your body, red as your heart

We some No Limit Soldiers
You see No Limit is an army
We some No Limit Soldiers
You see No Limit is an army

We still ballin' so fuck what you think
You broke niggaz keep hatin' you can't stop the tank

Songwriters
Johnny Lee Jackson;Tupac Shakur;Maurice Young;Francisco Pimentel;Jr. Brown

Published by
PUBCO;FIRST AND GOLD PUBLISHING;UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORPORATION;WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP.;BLACK HISPANIC MUSIC;UNIVERSAL MUSIC-MGB SONGS;PIMENTEL INTERNATIONAL

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