Welcome!
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Little boys and girls.
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Makaveli!
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(For the love of Makaveli!)
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Lives forever!
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(Outlawz!)
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And ever
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Come on.
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Verse 1 *(E.D.I.)*
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I remember the days we used to
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ride together
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it's goin on boi, I thought we'd
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die together
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but you left befo' me homie
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only if I could talk to you
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they ain't know, but you walkin through this life of sin an stuff
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two days have passed
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since I first heard the shots blast
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an I can still picture the scenery
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won't be no peace fo' me until I see ya at the crossroads
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all of us back together again
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eternally "Lost Souls".
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Verse 2 *(Napoleon)*
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I bet I shake ya world
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fo' Pac, I'ma drink til I hurl
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an pump the brakes on the hardest whoever thinkin they thurrough
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it's young Napoleon
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Makaveli gave this soldier his name
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an if you claim it the same
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you have to prove you insane
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betta get ya heart right
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in the mist of the warfields
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bullets gon' fly by
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we Outlawz
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an play the street life because it's paid right
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it's my life, my life, my life
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that's in the sunshine
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Kadafi I'ma hold a sign
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hopin you run through one time.
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We "Still Ballin"!
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Chorus *(Yukmouth)*
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Don't cry, dry yo eye say, "Pac we Still Ballin"
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(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin) Wha? Wha?
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Juss look up in the sky say, "Pac we Still Ballin"
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(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin) Wha?
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Pour some liqour on the ground, say "Pac we Still Ballin"
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(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin) Uh.
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If he could only see us now, ayo Pac we Still Ballin!
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Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*
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Congregate the Bloods and Cuzz
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Vice Lords and Disciples
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I got love fa thugs
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even the hoodrats and scrubs that we ducked in the club
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sucka for love
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if I introduce a busta to slugs (what?!)
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hustled the drugs
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we all lust for money and fast cars
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the, life of a rap star
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floatin in Jaguars
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then ball wit a bad broad
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learn how to stack tall
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money longer then Shaq ya'll (WESTSIDE!!)
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Holla back ya'll!! (Yes!)
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I smoked out wit Redman
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aim an infared at the head of a rappa tryin to make a livin off a dead man
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flossin a dead man
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I know the drama is reallin
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they stole every song ya made and owe yo mama some millons
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will God's children plese stop wit ya "I can be like Pac!"
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raps ya rock
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bout, gats and glocks
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ya act like Pac
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wit all them songs you stole from dude
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if Makaveli was alive, WE WOULDA RODE ON YOU FOOLS!!
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That's real!!
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*(Chorus)*
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(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!)
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They can bite all they want but Pac we Still Ballin!
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(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!)
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Westside, Southside say, "Pac we Still Ballin!"
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(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!)
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We gon' keep the thuggin alive, eh Pac we Still Ballin!
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(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) (We love you nigga)
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Rap-A-Lot Mafia Life, eh 'Pac we Still Ballin!
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Verse 3 *(Young Noble)*
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We still callin
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everyday ta ya
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we still believe in ya
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we still pray ta ya
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now e'ry body all on Pac's heels
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had to wait til a soldier to die
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fo ya'll to give him his
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Hell nah!
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Outlaw soldiers thug fo life
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half a ya'll ain't never knew Pac
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Forget the hype!
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We used to play box wit him
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caulk glocks, an lick shots wit him
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that was a crazy soldier
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yo I miss him
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taught a brotha so much
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in "Thugs We Trust"
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still as soft as cream puff
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Outlawz we "Hit 'Em Up"
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an "Bomb First"
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so "Hail Mary"
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you bail scarry through this "White Manz World"
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but I never let it bury me
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Kadafi I love ya
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an I'll see ya when I die homie
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smoke some weed
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you an Pac get high fo me.
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Ya'll Still Ballin.
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Ya'll Still Ballin.
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Still Ballin.
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*(Kastro talking)*
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We can do this.
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Fuck the tricks!
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God bless the dead.
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Yafi Kadafi we love ya.
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*(Chorus)*
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Til the days that I die eh Pac we Still Ballin!
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(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!)
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Wave ya hands in the sky say, "Pac we Still Ballin!"
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(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!)
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Westside, Southside say, "Pac we Still Ballin!"
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(We Still Ballin, Ballin, Ballin!) What?
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Eastside, Northside say, "Pac we Still Ball |