เนื้อเพลง Still Ballin' - Master P

[Chorus 2x - Krazy]
We some No Limit Soldiers
(We Still Ballin' so f*ck what you think
You broke n*ggaz keep hatin' you can't stop the tank)
You see No Limit is an army

[Master P]
N*gga what what b*tches callin' my name
Homies hut hut No Limit still in the game
See I'm a money making n*gga like Bill Gates
Me and my lil cousin toss b*tches from state to state
Lil' Beezy he off the heezy
He in the threezy smoking weezy
I don't give a f*ck about you hatin' I'm chasin' fortune and fame
I got every ghetto b*tch screamin my name
N*gga rap in the South I started that
It wasn't cool to be country til' I brought it back
Now y'all boys know y'all can't mess with me
Cause No Limit is a part of history

[Chorus 2x]

[Krazy]
I seen a n*gga catch 30 rounds and live through it
You could tell he was a soldier and he knew it
F*ckin' wit me, my n*ggaz ???
F*ckin' wit me you better not leave the club
All it takes is some hennessy and I'm gone
Dressed in all back b*tch I'm bout to follow you home
With my chopper
I release anger
Runnin' off in the dark like strangers
I don't give a f*ck n*gga if you like me
I told the same thing ???
Its easy
To bust a n*ggas skull plate
Half of you haters go to jail quick and to the state
You ain't ready

[Slay Sean]
Out of control ever since I got out the hold
F*ck a P.O. I ain't got time for parole
My nine it explodes every time its exposed
Once you see it you get it that's how No Limit rolls
Fold in your doors and hit you while you dead on the floor
Excuse me miss but we gotta take him straight to the morgue
Talkin' the talk knowin' he ain't walkin' the walk
F*ckin' with him is like me f*ckin' with pork
I'm holdin' the fort for every person reppin' New York
N*ggas front on No Limit ya ass is out when you caught
F*ck what you thought they'll find you lying dead on the porch
Clothes soiled your body red as your heart

[Chorus 4x]