Still Thuggin' - J. Stalin, Dj.Fresh

Mama I’m still thuggin, but I still pray

It ain’t your fault a nigga ended up sellin' yay

It ain’t your fault I was goin' down the wrong way

Mama I’m still humble, you raised a real hustla

Gave me the third eye to see them fake mothafuckas

Told me change my ways cuz' we livin' in the last days

I was livin' fast all I can say is crime pays

You smoke but never let me go without the new J’s

Mama I’m all around, cuz I’m a star now

If (?) was alive, he’d be so proud

Some how, I came out the dark clouds

Just like when I stopped smoking black and milds

Mama I’m not a child, you’d be so surprised

At times I think you can see the black in my eyes

The world is a maze, life is a game of spades

But I can separate the angels from the devils

Mama this shit crazy, I play with heavy metal

(Mama this shit crazy, I play with heavy metal)

Mama I’m still thuggin'.

The world is a war zone

My niggas is inmates, and most of em' dead and gone

That’s why I stay with my chrome.

That’s why I stay with my chrome

Mama these eyes have seen a whole lot of tragedy

That’s why I fuck with Jaz cuz I know he’ll blast for me

Livewire took over the game like a catastrophe

Now every fuckin' gold diggin' bitch is after me

West Oakland remind me of Iraq, so many niggas I miss that ain’t never comin'

back

The niggas is sellin' coke, and the bitches stay on the track

I’m whippin' and gettin' scratch (?)

I’m hustlin' and stayin' strapped, but these haters don’t like that

Got it on me right now, I ain’t gotta come back

Mama it’s cold outside and the sky gettin' black

Told me never get attached to nothing I can’t leave

And never believe in honor among thieves

Livewire, you fuckin' with some real Gs

Mama I’m still thuggin'.

The world is a war zone

My niggas is inmates, and most of em' dead and gone

That’s why I stay with my chrome.

That’s why I stay with my chrome

I really miss my nigga, that’s why I be smoke hella weed

If I wanted to be professional I had to stop poppin' E’s

I appreciate the man that you made me

Daddy was gone so West Oakland raised me

I look like Gregory and act like (?) and even though we be fightin' like the

navy

No matter what you do you’re still my number one lady

Got my shit together then I made the game pay me

She ain’t raise a nigga to be lazy

My number one fans say these niggas can’t fade me

Keep a nigga grounded never let the fame break me

Shout out to my mom cuz I’ll never forget who made me

Nigga shout out to my mom cuz I’ll never forget who made me

Mama I’m still thuggin'.

The world is a war zone

My niggas is inmates, and most of em' dead and gone

That’s why I stay with my chrome.

That’s why I stay with my chrome