Welcome little boys and girls

Makaveli... for the luv of Makaveli it's forever... and ever

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