Still Ballin'

[SPARKY]

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Still Ballin'

by Udpac (featuring Rash Nesty)
album: Bitter Hayz (2005)
A SPARKY Production

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[Udpac]
Straight muthafuckin' ballin'
Part two-
Still ballin'

Westside...

[Verse 1: Udpac]
Now ever since a nigga was a Slovene
Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary
Still Ballin'
Ridin' on these niggaz cause they lame
In a 6-1 Chevy still heavy in this game
Can you feel me?
Blame it on my mama I'm a thug nigga
Up before the sunrise quicker than the drug dealers
Tell me if it's on
Nigga then we first to bomb
Bust on these bitch made niggaz hit em' up
WESTSIDE!....
Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz
I leave my female strapped
Love fuckin' from the back
I get my currency in stacks
California's where I'm at
RIDEN...
Pass by
While these niggaz wonder why
I got shot but didn't die
Let em' see who's next to try
Did I cry, hell nah...
Nigga tear shed
For all my homies in the pen many peers dead
Nigga
Still Ballin'

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[Chorus: Udpac & Rash Nesty]

[Still ballin']
Until the day I die
[Until I die]
You can bring your crew
[You can bring your crew]
But we remain true
[Yeah]
Muthafuckers still ballin'
[I be ballin']
Niggaz wonder why
[They wonder why]
You can bring your crew
But we remain true
Muthafuckers still ballin'

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[Verse 2: Rash Nesty]
Now if you kneel and pray
And hope the lord understands
When he's gone the father become a dangerous man
Ain't crazy or deranged
I'm sane [I'm sane]
But when these kids go to spray him
Boy I won't be playin'
But clienteles
And rhyme sell's
Question is will you fuckin' niggaz ride for real
Huh?
Bitch nigga this is g rated
Plus your homeboy won't make your street game fool daisy
I'm elevated to the top of this shit
Now fuck around and put me and Tupac on this bitch
And you can tell em thug life was the reason for this
And I'll ride for any nigga who believe in this shit
I'm still ballin'

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[Chorus: Udpac]

Still Ballin'
Until the day I die
You can bring your crew
But we remain true
Muthafuckers still ballin'
Niggaz wonder why
You can bring your crew
But we remain true
Muthafuckers still ballin'

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[Verse 3: Udpac]
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two murdered on the front page shot to death bullet's to the head
Niggaz holla out my name
And it's similar to rain
Muthafuckers know I'm comin' so they runnin to they graves
WATCH!
Swoop down with my nigga from the pound
Cuz trick don't give a fuck when you coward niggaz down
Blast!
Keep pumpin' they worried bout nuttin'
Bustas thought we was frontin'
So we load and keep dumpin'

[Chorus repeated till the end]

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[Rash Nesty]
Thug Life!

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[Udpac]
Still ballin'
Muthafuckers still ballin'

Straight muthafuckin' ballin'[faded out...]

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[T Park]

word.....

[Dingle Barry]

what in the FUCK is that shit

[IceColdBrewski]

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[SPARKY]

Take your own stab at it then.

[fraga]

That jacket is tight son.....nah mean...

[IceColdBrewski]

I'm being haunted by the ghosts of dead rappers from both coasts
Puttin' out albums long after they've decomposed
So their lyrics are a little behind the times
But how do they get the dead to write rhymes
Song after song on the radio I hear
Is by a guy who died in the yesteryear
But it's the best I hear of all the crap on the air
It's pretty sad when you compare it to those still breathing the air
I've been looking for a deal since I wrote my first song
Now I finally realized what I've been doing wrong
It's not my cheesy beats or that my lyrics aren't strong
It's just the simple fact that I've been living too long
Dead rappers got records flying off the shelf
So I might get a deal if I kill myself
That would pretty much guarantee more airplay
But I don't think I'd be able to enjoy the extra pay
It blows me away what the dead are achieving
Silly me thought it'd be tough to rap without breathing
Don't ya know being dead seems to be the way to go
Look there's another dead rapper on the radio

Livin' or not I gotta give 'em their props
They've been dead for years, but the rhymin' don't stop
They'll be back, doesn't matter what the death report is
Throwin' down and bein' hard, but now due to rigor mortis
That rapper died late last fall, he's still rotting in the hall
But now he's got gold records on the wall
It's the dawn of the dead and the dead can rap
Still gettin' paid while taking a dirt nap
And in the store you hear the beats cranked high, you look the clerk
In the eye and say hey didn't this guy die
Their careers go on even though they're long gone
There's a signing next week out on Forest Lawn
Dead rappers got records on top of the charts
And all I got is a degree in the liberal arts
That means that before I could ever be adored
I'd have to be full of formaldahyde and stiff as a board
I just can't believe what the dead are achieving
He's overstayed his welcome and he's just not leaving
It's another bonus for the record label CEO
Look there's another dead rapper on the radio

"He be passed on! He has ceased to be!
Homeboy has expired and gone to meet his maker! This is a
late rapper! They be stiff! Bereft of life, O.G.s rest in peace.
Out! Metabolical processes are of interest only to historians!
My man has hopped the twig! Mofo has shuffled off this mortal
coil! Running upside the curtain and joined the choir invisible!
In short, this.... is an EX-RAPPER!"

Scott LaRock has been dead for like fifteen years
So he'll probably do a video with Britney Spears
Every year we hear the news, there goes another one
Lined up on Death Row, (Chris: Now that's a big pun)
Big L, Biggie Smalls, all the big rappers get death's
Glance, so Buffy didn't stand a chance
And their record labels won't leave well enough alone
'Cause you can't collect royalties on a tombstone
I got some advice for the folks who hate Eminem
Don't kill him, 'cause then you'll never get rid of him
They'll put out best, worst, and unreleased rhymes
Guest vocals and home videos until the end of time
Dead rappers got records flying off the shelf
So here's a toast to Jay-Z's health
And to Puff Daddy, uh, P-Diddy, or whatever
Live long and prosper, hell, live forever
'Cause once they're gone we won't ever be free
No R.I.P. for R.A.P.
Don't ya know being dead seems to be the way to go
Look there's another dead rapper on the radio

Yo, dawg, that rapper's only mostly dead. There's a big
difference between mostly dead and all dead. Mostly dead is
slightly alive. Well, with all dead there's usually only
one thing you can do.
What's what, yo?
Go through his clothes and look for the bling bling!

[Ed Helicopter Jones]

"I Secrectly Wish I Was A Black Man" Forum

[SouthernFried]

Yeah, your bad...uh huh.

:sleep :sleep :sleep

[Dingle Barry]

undoubtedly the gayest thing i've ever seen on a sports message board

[Doug Collins]

undoubtedly the gayest thing i've ever seen on a sports message board

Ditto that!

[Phenomanul]

I'm being haunted by the ghosts of dead rappers from both coasts
Puttin' out albums long after they've decomposed
So their lyrics are a little behind the times
But how do they get the dead to write rhymes
Song after song on the radio I hear
Is by a guy who died in the yesteryear
But it's the best I hear of all the crap on the air
It's pretty sad when you compare it to those still breathing the air
I've been looking for a deal since I wrote my first song
Now I finally realized what I've been doing wrong
It's not my cheesy beats or that my lyrics aren't strong
It's just the simple fact that I've been living too long
Dead rappers got records flying off the shelf
So I might get a deal if I kill myself
That would pretty much guarantee more airplay
But I don't think I'd be able to enjoy the extra pay
It blows me away what the dead are achieving
Silly me thought it'd be tough to rap without breathing
Don't ya know being dead seems to be the way to go
Look there's another dead rapper on the radio

Livin' or not I gotta give 'em their props
They've been dead for years, but the rhymin' don't stop
They'll be back, doesn't matter what the death report is
Throwin' down and bein' hard, but now due to rigor mortis
That rapper died late last fall, he's still rotting in the hall
But now he's got gold records on the wall
It's the dawn of the dead and the dead can rap
Still gettin' paid while taking a dirt nap
And in the store you hear the beats cranked high, you look the clerk
In the eye and say hey didn't this guy die
Their careers go on even though they're long gone
There's a signing next week out on Forest Lawn
Dead rappers got records on top of the charts
And all I got is a degree in the liberal arts
That means that before I could ever be adored
I'd have to be full of formaldahyde and stiff as a board
I just can't believe what the dead are achieving
He's overstayed his welcome and he's just not leaving
It's another bonus for the record label CEO
Look there's another dead rapper on the radio

"He be passed on! He has ceased to be!
Homeboy has expired and gone to meet his maker! This is a
late rapper! They be stiff! Bereft of life, O.G.s rest in peace.
Out! Metabolical processes are of interest only to historians!
My man has hopped the twig! Mofo has shuffled off this mortal
coil! Running upside the curtain and joined the choir invisible!
In short, this.... is an EX-RAPPER!"

Scott LaRock has been dead for like fifteen years
So he'll probably do a video with Britney Spears
Every year we hear the news, there goes another one
Lined up on Death Row, (Chris: Now that's a big pun)
Big L, Biggie Smalls, all the big rappers get death's
Glance, so Buffy didn't stand a chance
And their record labels won't leave well enough alone
'Cause you can't collect royalties on a tombstone
I got some advice for the folks who hate Eminem
Don't kill him, 'cause then you'll never get rid of him
They'll put out best, worst, and unreleased rhymes
Guest vocals and home videos until the end of time
Dead rappers got records flying off the shelf
So here's a toast to Jay-Z's health
And to Puff Daddy, uh, P-Diddy, or whatever
Live long and prosper, hell, live forever
'Cause once they're gone we won't ever be free
No R.I.P. for R.A.P.
Don't ya know being dead seems to be the way to go
Look there's another dead rapper on the radio

Yo, dawg, that rapper's only mostly dead. There's a big
difference between mostly dead and all dead. Mostly dead is
slightly alive. Well, with all dead there's usually only
one thing you can do.
What's what, yo?
Go through his clothes and look for the bling bling!

With this concept would a rapper want to fake his own death and pull in the rewards as an aliased someone else....

[ALVAREZ6]

I'm sure rasho and beno love rap...

[Solid D]

"I Secrectly Wish I Was A Black Man" Forum

:rollin

[Mark in Austin]

Some of these young bucks haven't been around long enough to realize this post continues a tradition begun years ago. (Classic Chopper commentary, too...definitely an old school post.)


Solid, Sparky. Keep 'em coming.