2Pac Lyrics
"Heavy
In The Game"
[1]
[Eboni Foster] Game's been good to me
[2] [Eboni Foster] I don't care what
it did to them
The game's been good to me
[Lady
Levi]
Oh, you tink life is yours?
Life ain't na somethin you can rap with
Ooh come na ordinary game
Da game na somethin you can rap with
Me's a
player you know?
I do not, play in no game
Me just, make money, dollars,
everytime seen?
[Verse
One: 2Pac]
Now how can
I explain how this game laced, plus with this fame
I got enemies do anything
to break me, my attitude changed
Got to the point where I was driven, twenty-four/seven
Money's my mission, just a nigga tryin to make a livin
These busta tricks
don't want no mail
They spendin they riches on skanless bitches
who'll
stay petrified in jail
It's hell, plus all the dealers want a meal ticket
Jealous-ass bitches, playa-hatin but we still kick it
Always keep my eyes
on the prize, watch the police
Seen so much murder, neighborhoods gettin no
sleep
But still, I get my money on major, continuously
Communicatin through
my pager, niggaz know me
Don't have no homies cause they jealous, I hustle
solo
Cause when I'm broke I got no time for the fellas, listen
Ain't nothin
poppin 'bout no work nigga, I ain't no joke
Fuck what they say and get your
dough nigga
Heavy in the game [1]
[Lady
Levi]
Who da bumba claat him a come try take mine?
Oooh, me see you rushin
up [1]
I throw 'im blood claat P.M. to A.M.
All, all da bumba come ya
take dis ting
for ya take dis ting for joke? [2]
Oh! Dat's right
[Verse
Two: Richie Rich]
Well
lemme shoot some of this how heavy type of shit..
Certain niggaz wanna stick
to the game, yousea trick to the game
Waitin upon your turn, so when will
you learn?
Ain't no turns given, niggaz be twistin and takin shit
Puttin
they sack down, then puttin they mack down
Me myself I hustle with finesse
yes I'm an Oakland baller
Rule number one: check game, and fo' sho' you gon'
respect game
Be yo' own nigga meanin buy yo' own dope
Cause that front
shit is punk shit, somethin I never funked with
Be true to this game and this
game will be true to you
That's real shit; disrespect, see what this here
do to you
That jackin and robbin, despisin your homie
ain't healthy, niggaz
be endin up dead 'fore they get wealthy
But not me though, I'm sewin somethin
major
so what I reap is boss -- that's why my public status is floss
Went
from a, young nigga livin residential
to a, young nigga workin presidential
[1]
[Lady Levi]
Me nigga Tu-pac ALWAYS look good
You know that's true 'im look good every
time
Ooh, pussy war? Step up [1]
Can yi know I'm servin up blood claat
playin yi fuckin games
Ooh, we take game, we WON [2]
Any by now, all,
yi haffa forget fi we WON
Everytime
[Verse
Three: 2Pac]
I'm just
a young black male, cursed since my birth
Had to turn to crack sales, if worse
come to worse
Headed for them packed, jails, or maybe it's a hearse
My
only way to stack mail, is out here doin dirt
Made my decisions do or die,
been hustlin since junior high
No time for askin why, gettin high, gettin
mine
Put away my nine, cause these times call for four-five sales
cause
life is hell and everybody dies
What about these niggaz I despise -- them
loud talkin cowards
shootin guns into crowds, jeapordizin lives
Shoot
em right between them niggaz eyes, it's time to realize
follow the rules or
follow them fools that die
Everybody's tryin to make the news, niggaz confused
Quit tryin to be an O.G. and pay your dues
If you choose to apply yourself,
go with the grain
and come the riches and the bitches and the fame
Heavy
in the game [1]
[Lady
Levi]
Boy, ya nah bitch!
Major that's true we look good everytime
when we at Beers Diamond
and Tupac drives vintage car [1]
And fi dem frame
dem look good, oh no?
This whole world ya call on
gonna mass on a face
[2]
For any, section of bumba ras claat, oh!
Flush it! .. Oh!
Nobody
wan come test me y'know
true dem we a drive pretty car
Wanna no part of
any ting
and now you wan come drown a gun
But ya see we know, you haffa
show 'im MAXIMUM respect
for when a blood claat run or when a pussy walk up
we look good everytime
Nuff dollars, DOLLARS
Y'know about dollars dem
right?
But we nah talk no shit
We haffa walk de walk for we a talk, see
it?
Cause action, action speak louder dan words
You know da record!
Don't blood claat ting at ALL
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