Come on... yo

 (Yukmouth)
 Hey yo 'Pac we still ballin
 Dodgin all these haters and task
 wit Lil J up in jag...makin legal papes and cash
 No mo pullin capers in mask...nothin can save you from that
 Tear up yo place wit the slapz and hit ya safe for the snaps
 No longer waitin in back..I'm jus facin the facts
 Cats fakin ya mak...waitin to jack..soon as the day it will past
 Word..turn thru new jersey,swerve..on the wrong side of town you serve
 This for my nicca on the third...for my homeboyz yok (khadifi) and 'Pac
 You got 'em jockin 'Pac, I know ya watchin 'Pac
 Like shots at cops I ride on my set
 and I'm bangin Makaveli 5, people think you never really died
 they try to tell me why and say
 Makaveli was that guy who faked his on death
 Come on champ.. would you fake yo' own death
 wit two to the head, ya jus a stank head
 Now bounce like the bankhead, thuggin aint dead
 It's sacred, we still ballin...

 Chorus:

 Don't cry, dry ya eyes and say
 'Pac we still ballin ballin
 Jus look up in the sky and say
 'Pac we still ballin ballin ballin
 Poor some liqour on the ground and say
 'Pac we still ballin ballin ballin
 to think, if he could see us now

 (Yukmouth)
 Hey 'Pac we still ballin, congregate the bloodz and cuz
 Vice Lords and Disciples, I got luv for thugs
 Even the hoodrats and scrugs that we duck in the club
 Sucka for luv, I introduce bustin dem slugs
 Hustlas and drugs, we all lust for money and fast cars
 The life of a rap star, floatin in jaguars
 Ball with a rappa,learn how to stack tall
 money longer then Shaq y'all (weeeeesssstttttsiiiiiiidddddeeeeeee)
 I look back y'all, I smoked out wit redman
 Aim an infared at the head of a rapper tryin to make a livin off a dead man
 Descend a dead man, I know the drama is thrillin
 They stole every song you made and owe yo mama sum millons
 We got children pleadin stop wit cha (I can be like 'Pac)
 Raps and rocks wit gats and glocks ya act like 'Pac
 Wit all them songz you stole from D.U.
 If Makaveli was alive, he would've rolled on you fools
 and that's for real

 Chorus:

 dey can bite all they want say 'Pac
 we still ballin ballin ballin
 west side..south side say 'Pac
 we still ballin ballin ballin
 we gonna keep the thuggin alive say 'Pac
 we still ballin ballin ballin
 rap-a-lot mafia life say 'Pac
 we still ballin

 (Yukmouth)
 Young nob, Kastro, Edi and Bo
 signed to rap-a-lot get the cash flow its easy to do
 I know its easy in you
 The homies seen Biggie Smallz jockin yo rap and rhymes
 Watch us all become outlaws
 Doggy Dogg signed to no limit
 It's coo' cause before that doggy dogg was gettin no spinach
 And thats no old gimmick
 You know whut a real thug iz...wit the swears and cusses
 it's like comparin a bentley to a cutlass..
 you roll old ass buckets, we roll dutchez...
 ya roll wusses and I'm burnin out dodge viper clutches
 you gotta luv it, how we take this thuggin to the next
 20 geez on my wrist, 90 hundred on my neck
 Jubilees and baguettes, spell tattoees on my belly
 cuz we do this for the luv of my nicca Makaveli
 if i die pour sum brew on the ground
 dont boo-hoo and frown
 just like up in the sky and smile for me now (echoin)

 to the day that i die say 'Pac
 we still ballin
 wave ya hands in the sky say 'Pac
 we still ballin
 west side south side say 'Pac
 we still ballin
 east side north side say 'Pac
 we still ballin
 the regime outlawz and yuk
 we still ballin
 rap a lot lil j and face
 we still ballin
 diggity daz and kurupt say 'Pac
 we still ballin
 e 40 fonz and b-leigeezi say 'Pac
 we still ballin
 all my dogz everywhere say 'Pac
 we still ballin
 and all my real ass thugs say 'Pac
 we still ballin

 (Yuk)
 a dedication to the legendary Makaveli
 god bless his soul
 time to ride for my patna on these bitin ass characters in the industry

 ride or die (10x)
 still ballin (20x