[Intro: Ice Cube & 2Pac]
It's R-A-W, R-A-W
Will I survive? Will I die?
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
I'm livin' rough and raw
Catchin' cases at a fast rate, ballin' in the fast lane
Hustle 'til the mornin', never stopped until the cash came
Hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
On my mobile, callin' big shots on the scene major
Bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust
So many player-hatin' love tryna sound like us
N***a, then we first to bomb
Bust on these bitch-made n***as, hit 'em up, WESTSIDE!
Ain't nobody love me as a broke n***a
Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke n***as
I love my females strappеd, then fuck her from the back
I gеt my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right?
Passed by while these n***as wonder why
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try
Did I cry? Hell nah, n***a tears shed
For all my homies in the pen', many peers dead, n***a
[Hook 1: 2Pac]
Still ballin', 'til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker
Still ballin', n***as wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker
Still ballin', 'til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker
Still ballin', n***as wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker
Still ballin'
[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
I'm raw as a dirty needle
Choke an eagle, just to feed all my people
Lyrically I'm so lethal
Plant thoughts in they mind just to defeat you
Ice Cube is a saga
Y'all spit saliva, and I spit lava
I got the fearless flow
Don't 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 (Say what? Say what?)
But ain't you the same cat
That sat back when they brought cocaine back? (Say what? Say what?)
I'm tryin' to get me a Maybach
How you mothafuckas gonna tell me "don't say that"?
You the ones that we learned it from
I heard n***a back in 1971
[Hook 2: Ice Cube]
I can say what I want to say
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I call you a n***a
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
I can act like an animal
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I eat you like a cannibal
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Click click boom, just as soon as we hit the room
You can hear 'em holla "Goon Sqwad!" in this bitch
Let me hear you holla "Goon Sqwad!" in this bitch
Let me hear you holla "Runyon Ave!" in this bitch
So who am I gonna call on when I ain't got them boys with me
And the situation gets a little sticky?
I'ma dial 911 like a motherfuckin' punk
Fuck that, Blood Blood, I'ma call that rude boy from Detroit
Trick Trick, quick, come pick me up
Bring them guns, come to the club, meet me out front
There's some chump up in this bitch
Poppin' some junk ‘cause he's drunk
And we may have to fuck his ass up
‘Cause uh, somethin' smells a lil' fishy
And I don't like the way his boys keep lookin' at me
So homie, come get me
Wonder Boys, what up though, I see you
Rock Bottom, yeah, I see you
Detroit, motherfuckers, till we die
[Hook 3: 2Pac]
Still ballin', 'til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker
Still ballin', n***as wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker
Still ballin', 'til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker
Still ballin', n***as wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker
Still ballin'
[Verse 4: Eazy-E]
Now everything's good in my hood, and it's on and poppin'
Eazy-muthaphukkin'-E from east side south Compton
Straight givin' up the real
On how a n***a feel talk that shit, mothafuckers' caps get peeled
Layin' low in the cut
Gettin' high than a motherfucker, n***as know what's up
I'm that gangsta-gangsta, is that what they're still yellin'?
N***a G to a T saggin' and bailin'
Live by the gun, you know what I'm sayin', Ren? (Yeah)
So I guess I'll die by that motherfucker then
So when I die, n***as bury me
Make sure my shit reads Eazy-muthaphukkin'-E
And it's a fact, to be exact, my tombstone should read
'He put Compton on that map'
And that's how a n***a feel
When I'm givin' up the motherfuckin' real
[Refrain: 2Pac & Eazy-E]
Ballin' in the fast lane
The motherfuckin' real (Real)
(Goin' out to the hardcore hip-hop)
Hustle 'til the mornin'
The motherfuckin' real (Real)
(Buckin' these n***as til they drop)
Bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust
So many player-hatin' love tryna sound like us
Ballin' in the fast lane
N***a, then we first to bomb
Bust on these bitch-made n***as, hit 'em up, WESTSIDE!
[Verse 5: MC Ren]
Well, it be the real n***as back with that hard street shit
Bitch n***as be pissin' a fit but I say fuck 'em, when I buck 'em
It's that n***a with the cool and mellow shit for your ass (Hmm)
Takin' n***as back through the past
All up on my nuts shit be swingin' like a fist (Yeah)
Can't even take a piss, if I did n***as 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
It's that n***a Ren back for the '9-5
They say real n***as was dead but this n***a be alive
So I'm puttin' it down with that n***a E (Uh-huh)
For all of my n***as in the C-P-T (Yeah)
So here we go again with part 3 of the script
Making bitch made n***as bite their lip, when we dip
So tell me how the fuck do it feel
To get hit with the motherfuckin' real (Real)
[Hook 4: 2Pac]
Still ballin', 'til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker
Still ballin', n***as wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker
Still ballin', 'til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker
Still ballin', n***as wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker
Still ballin'
[Verse 6: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Check it, I grew up a fuckin' screw-up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin' blew up
Choppin' rocks overnight
The n***a 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 fistful of bullets, a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police, picture that
N***a, I'm too fat, I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back, it don't faze me
When he drop, take his Glock and I'm Swayze
Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Lay back, I got some money to make
[Pre-Hook: 2Pac]
Did I cry? Hell nah, n***a tears shed
For all my homies in the pen', many peers dead, n***a
Still ballin'
[Hook 5: Ice Cube]
I can say what I want to say
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I call you a n***a
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
I can act like an animal
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I eat you like a cannibal
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
[Verse 7: Snoop Dogg]
High speed chase, 405 is the freeway
Slangin' my- bangin' my- swangin' my Coupe de Ville
Scoop DeVille
Like that, right back, top of the hill
Wheel in my hand with a trunk full of contraband
Swimmin' under water like I'm Aquaman
I used to drink gin, now it's vodka, man
Boss Dawg is the baller, no propagand'
I'll pop yo band, don't try and stop the plan
I'll rock your land, step back and pop yo man
Spaced out, caked out, no bug-a-boo
Flipped out, Cripped out, n***a, what it really do?
Time brings change, so I changed my name
Tryna take flight while they clippin' my wings
Groupie ass n***as, see you tripping again
With nothing to gain, plop plop, pop and I bang
[Hook 6: Ice Cube]
If I sell a little crack
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I die in Iraq
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I take you for granted
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I fuck up the planet
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
[Outro: 2Pac]
Yeah, motherfucka how you wanna play this shit?
We can go toe to toe, Glock for Glock, block for block
Homie to muthafuckin' homie
But you muthafuckas gonna feel this n***a this time
'Cause we ain't comin' back with that old bullshit
There's too many muthafuckin' dead n***as for me to be takin' this here bullshit
That's why there's muthafuckas in the pen' now, n***a
So pull or quit that bullshit, 'cause I don't wanna hear that muthafuckin' crap
Comin' real again n***a, thought I told you muthafuckas, I thought you knew
It's the muthafuckin' real shit, muthafucka
Hundred percent authentic
Type of shit you fuckin' get chronic'd out to, you know what I'm sayin'?
So do me one of them muthafuckin' favors, and light another fuckin' blunt
You know what I'm sayin'? A blunt muthafucka
Philly style, you know what I'm sayin'? Chronic n***a!
I'm talkin' 'bout laid out, played out, phat fuckin' funk
Yeah, this that type shit we kickin' in the 9 tre muthafucka
So all you muthafuckin' big ballin' ass gangstas
You put your muthafuckin' hand on yo' gat
And if the police roll up and say turn it down, you burn it down muthafucka
'Cause we comin' real again, 19 n***a 3, boy real again
We grabbin' steel again, 'cause we comin' real again
We turn the 90's to the 60's muthafucka
That's how we rollin'
