Heavy In The Game Lyrics
<e&[ Lyrics from: http://www.cloverlyrics.com/e1741-2_pac~heavy_in_the_game_lyrics.html ]#109;>[all parts with Lady Levi speaking are strictly best guess]<br /><br />[1] [Eboni Foster] Game's been good to me<br /><em>[2] [Eboni Foster] I don't care what it did to them<br />The game's been good to me<br /><br /><em>[Lady Levi]<br />Oh, you tink life is yours?<br />Life ain't na somethin you can rap with<br />Ooh come na ordinary game<br />Da game na somethin you can rap with<br />Me's a player you know?<br />I do not, play in no game<br />Me just, make money, dollars, everytime seen?<br /><br /><em>[Verse One: 2Pac]<br /><br />Now how can I explain how this game laced, plus with this fame<br />I got enemies do anything to break me, my attitude changed<br />Got to the point where I was driven, twenty-four/seven<br />Money's my mission, just a nigga tryin to make a livin<br />These busta tricks don't want no mail<br />They spendin they riches on skanless bitches<br />who'll stay petrified in jail<br />It's hell, plus all the dealers want a meal ticket<br />Jealous-ass bitches, playa-hatin but we still kick it<br />Always keep my eyes on the prize, watch the police<br />Seen so much murder, neighborhoods gettin no sleep<br />But still, I get my money on major, continuously<br />Communicatin through my pager, niggaz know me<br />Don't have no homies cause they jealous, I hustle solo<br />Cause when I'm broke I got no time for the fellas, listen<br />Ain't nothin poppin 'bout no work nigga, I ain't no joke<br />Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga<br />Heavy in the game <em>[1]<br /><br /><em>[Lady Levi]<br />Who da bumba claat him a come try take mine?<br />Oooh, me see you rushin up <em>[1]<br />I throw 'im blood claat P.M. to A.M.<br />All, all da bumba come ya take dis ting <br />for ya take dis ting for joke? <em>[2]<br />Oh! Dat's right<br /><br /><em>[Verse Two: Richie Rich]<br /><br />Well lemme shoot some of this how heavy type of shit..<br />Certain niggaz wanna stick to the game, yousea trick to the game<br />Waitin upon your turn, so when will you learn?<br />Ain't no turns given, niggaz be twistin and takin shit<br />Puttin they sack down, then puttin they mack down<br />Me myself I hustle with finesse yes I'm an Oakland baller<br />Rule number one: check game, and fo' sho' you gon' respect game<br />Be yo' own nigga meanin buy yo' own dope<br />Cause that front shit is punk shit, somethin I never funked with<br />Be true to this game and this game will be true to you<br />That's real shit; disrespect, see what this here do to you<br />That jackin and robbin, despisin your homie<br />ain't healthy, niggaz be endin up dead 'fore they get wealthy<br />But not me though, I'm sewin somethin major<br />so what I reap is boss -- that's why my public status is floss<br />Went from a, young nigga livin residential<br />to a, young nigga workin presidential <em>[1]<br /><br /><em>[Lady Levi]<br />Me nigga Tu-pac ALWAYS look good<br />You know that's true 'im look good every time<br />Ooh, pussy war? Step up <em>[1]<br />Can yi know I'm servin up blood claat<br />playin yi fuckin games<br />Ooh, we take game, we WON <em>[2]<br />Any by now, all, yi haffa forget fi we WON<br />Everytime<br /><br /><em>[Verse Three: 2Pac]<br /><br />I'm just a young black male, cursed since my birth<br />Had to turn to crack sales, if worse come to worse<br />Headed for them packed, jails, or maybe it's a hearse<br />My only way to stack mail, is out here doin dirt<br />Made my decisions do or die, been hustlin since junior high<br />No time for askin why, gettin high, gettin mine<br />Put away my nine, cause these times call for four-five sales<br />cause life is hell and everybody dies<br />What about these niggaz I despise -- them loud talkin cowards <br />shootin guns into crowds, jeapordizin lives<br />Shoot em right between them niggaz eyes, it's time to realize<br />follow the rules or follow them fools that die<br />Everybody's tryin to make the news, niggaz confused<br />Quit tryin to be an O.G. and pay your dues<br />If you choose to apply yourself, go with the grain<br />and come the riches and the bitches and the fame<br />Heavy in the game <em>[1]<br /><br /><em>[Lady Levi]<br />Boy, ya nah bitch!<br />Major that's true we look good everytime<br />when we at Beers Diamond<br />and Tupac drives vintage car <em>[1]<br />And fi dem frame dem look good, oh no?<br />This whole world ya call on<br />gonna mass on a face <em>[2]<br />For any, section of bumba ras claat, oh!<br />Flush it! .. Oh!<br />Nobody wan come test me y'know<br />true dem we a drive pretty car<br />Wanna no part of any ting<br />and now you wan come drown a gun<br />But ya see we know, you haffa show 'im MAXIMUM respect<br />for when a blood claat run or when a pussy walk up<br />we look good everytime<br />Nuff dollars, DOLLARS<br />Y'know about dollars dem right?<br />But we nah talk no shit<br />We haffa walk de walk for we a talk, see it?<br />Cause action, action speak louder dan words<br />You know da record!<br />Don't blood claat ting at ALL<br />