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