text: Im livin rough and raw
  Catchin cases at a fast rate, ballin in the fast lane
  Hustle till the mornin, never stop until the cash came
  Was hyper as a kid
  Cold as a teenager
  On my mobile callin big shots on the scene major
  I bet you got it twisted you dont know who to trust
  So many playa-hatin niggas tryin to sound like us
  Nigga then we first to bomb, bust on these bitch-made niggas
  Hit em up, Westside!
  Aint nobody love me as a broke nigga
  Finger on the trigger, lord forgive me if I smoke niggas
  I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back
  I get my currency in stacks, Californias where Im at - right?
  Passed by while these niggas wonder why I got shot but didnt die Let em see whos next to try
  Did I cry?, hell nah, nigga tear I shed
  For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead
  Niggas still ballin
  Still ballin, till the day I die
  You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
  Still ballin, niggas wonder why
  You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
  Still ballin, till the day I die
  You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
  Still ballin, niggas wonder why
  You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
  Still ballin
  Im raw as a dirty needle
  Choke an eagle
  Just to feed all my people
  Lyrically, Im so lethal
  Plant thoughts in they mind just to defeat you
  Ice Cube is a saga
  Yall spit saliva, and I spit lava
  I got the fearless flow
  Dont get near this ho, if you scared to go
  I keep it gangsta
  And why should I change that?
  Fuck you old mothafuckas tryin to change rap
  But aint you the same cat
  That sat back when they brought cocaine back?
  Im tryna get me a Maybach
  How you mothafuckas gonna tell me dont say that?
  You the ones that we learned it from
  I heard nigga back in 1971
  I can say what I wanna say
  Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
  If I call you a nigga
  Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
  I can act like an animal
  Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
  If I eat you like a cannibal
  Aint nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it
  Click, click, boom, just as soon as we hit the room
  You can hear em holla Goon Squad! in this bitch
  Let me hear you holla Goon Squad! in this bitch
  Let me hear you holla Runyon Ave! in this bitch
  So who am I gonna call on when I aint got them boys with me
  And the situation gets a little sticky?
  Imma dial 911 like a mothafuckin punk
  Fuck that, blah blah, Imma call that rude boy from Detroit
  Trick, trick, quick come pick me up!
  Bring them guns, come to the club, meet me out front
  Theres some chump up in this bitch
  Poppin some junk, cause hes drunk
  And we may have to fuck his ass up, cause uh, somethin smells a lil fishy
  And I dont like the way his boys keep lookin at me
  So homie, come get me
  Wonder Boys what up tho, I see you, rock bottom yeah I see you
  Detroit motherfuckers till we die
  Still ballin, till the day I die
  You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
  Still ballin, niggas wonder why
  You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
  Still ballin, till the day I die
  You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
  Still ballin, niggas wonder why
  You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
  Still ballin
  Now everythings good in my hood
  And its on and poppin, Eazy-mothaphukkin-E from east side south Compton
  Straight givin up the real
  On how a nigga feel
  Talk that shit, motherfuckers caps get peeled
  Layin low in the cut
  Gettin high than the mothafucka, niggas know whats up
  Im that gangsta-gangsta, is that what theyre still yellin?
  Nigga G to a T, saggin and bailin
  Live by the gun, you know what Im sayin Ren?
  So I guess Ill die by that motherfucker then
  So when I die, niggas bury me
  Make sure my shit reads Eazy-mothaphukkin-E
  And its a fact
  To be exact, my tombstone should read He put Compton on that map
  And thats how a nigga feel
  When Im givin up the motherfuckin real
  
  (2pac: Bet you got it twisted, you dont know who to trust
  So many playa-hatin niggas tryin to sound like us
  Ballin in the fast lane
  Nigga then we first to bomb, bust on these bitch-made niggas
  Hit em up, Westside!)
  Well it be the real niggas back with that hard street shit
  Bitch niggas be pissin a fit, but I say fuck em when I buck em
  Its that nigga with the cool and mellow shit for your ass
  Takin niggas back through the past
  All up on my nuts, shit be swingin like a fist
  Cant even take a piss, if I did niggas would cut they wrist
  In a motherfuckin candy 4, beat that ass with the switch
  Then blast, on the bitch who was all in my shit
  Its that nigga Ren back for the 9-5
  They say real niggas was dead but this nigga be alive, so Im, puttin it down with that nigga E
  For all of my niggas in the C-P-T
  So here we go again with part 3 of the script, makin bitch-made niggas bite they lip when we dip
  So tell me how the fuck do it feel
  To get hit with the motherfuckin real?
  Still ballin, till the day I die
  You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
  Still ballin, niggas wonder why
  You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
  Still ballin, till the day I die
  You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
  Still ballin, niggas wonder why
  You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
  Still ballin
  Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw up
  Got introduced to the game, got an ounce and fuckin blew up
  Choppin rocks over night
  The nigga Biggie Smalls tryna turn into the black Frank White
  We had to grow dreads to change our description
  Two cops is on the milk box missin
  Show they toes you know they got stepped on
  A fist full of bullets, a chest full of Teflon
  Run from the police, picture that
  Nigga Im too fat
  I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
  Thats why I bust back, it dont phase me
  When he drop, take his Glock, and Im Swayze
  Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight, laid back
  I got some money to make motherfucker
  Did I cry? hell nah, nigga tear I shed
  For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead
  Nigga still ballin
  I can say what I want to say
  Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
  If I call you a nigga
  Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
  I can act like an animal
  Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
  If I eat you like a cannibal
  Aint nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it
  High speed chase, 405 is the freeway
  Swangin my, bangin my, swangin my Coupe Deville
  Scoop! DeVille, like that, right back
  Top for the hill
  Wheel in my hand with a trunk full of contraband
  Swimmin underwater like Im Aqua Man
  I used to drink gin, now its vodka man
  Boss Dawg is the baller, no propagand
  Pop yo band, dont try and stop the plan
  Rocky land, step back and pop yo man
  Spaced out, caked out, no bug a boo
  Flipped out, cripped out, nigga what it really do?
  Time brings change so I changed my name
  Tryna take flight while they clippin my wings
  Groupie ass niggas see ya chippin the game
  With nothin to gain, plop, plop, pop and I bang
  If I sell a little crack
  Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
  If I die in Iraq
  Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
  If I take you for granted
  Aint nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
  If I fuck up the planet
  Aint nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it