Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes

Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes
 Whats Crackin this is uh
 Mopreme Shcourt
 Thug Life, Outlawz
 This is strictly for my man DJ FATAL
 Straight motherfuckin ballin
 Part two, still ballin
 Kurupt up in this motha fucka
 Westside!!!!

 [Verse 1: 2Pac]
 Now ever since a nigga was a seed
 Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin
 Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame
 In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me?
 Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga
 Up befo' the sun rise, 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 love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back
 I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right?
 Passed 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 I shed
 for all my homies in the pen, many peers dead
 Niggaz still ballin

 [Chorus: 2Pac]
 Still ballin, 'til the day I die
 You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
 Still ballin, niggaz wonder why
 You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
 Still ballin

 [Verse 2: Kurupt]
 (this for all y'all motha fuckas)
 They done did it at the door, got the cage
 Got pumped up with the gauge
 I done did it all, everywhere I go, I ball
 Precisely my game tight, or for so I fall
 I'm the invincible, and since the top principals
 Lose like the Heat to them all, who got the heart to shoot?
 I get stitches, play the game with BB britches. 
 When I was young dreamin 'bout money, fame, and bitches
 I like fat asses, fat money bags of cash, and masses
 Slowly as time passes, I found nothing but money rules.
 Time is facing, and in this where all my thoughts 
 "Where all the fucking murders take place?"
 And I'm anything when, I'm 'bout to get paid
 Got all these bitches on my dick, from the money I made
 Its a state I have brought, Growing up its by naturally
 I don't give a fuck
 Still Ballin!!!

 [Chorus: 2Pac]
 Still ballin, 'til the day I die
 You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
 Still ballin, niggaz wonder why
 You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
 Still ballin

 [Verse 3: 2Pac]
 Now everybody wanna see us dead
 Two murdered on the front page, shot to death, bullets to the head
 Niggaz holla out my name and it's similar to rape
 Motherfuckers know I'm comin, so they runnin to they graves, watch
 Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound
 Cause [Kurupt] don't give a fuck, where you coward niggaz now, blast
 Keep pumpin, ain't worried bout nuttin
 Busters thought we was frontin, so reload and keep dumpin

 [Verse 4: Kurupt]
 I feel heat, everywhere a nigga see me up in the streets
 I don't tweak, Keep a straight .38 under the seat
 Mad. Mission Mode. My thoughts are cold
 Bought some tans of skins, money bags of gold
 Rolled in ??? Homicide Boxicide
 Thug Life and Dogg Pound on this midnight ride
 Every since we hit the world
 We got stationed, with no hesitation
 Make moves nigga, Mr. Too Smooth the elaborate
 The slow like potion, focus on the money
 Thats made sippin on this poisonous potion
 Grandma got you got, Too much heat to hot
 Cause Shank is shot, Belgium in this poisonous ???
 Fame and fortune, fortune from game
 We be zags, and this some bout some cats
 Taxes its all the same
 As long as there money to exchange
 NIGGA!

 [Chorus: 2Pac]