2Pac Heavy In The Game LyricsArtist: 2Pac
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(Game's been good to me)
(I don't care what it did to them the game's been good to me)
Oh, you tink life is yours?
Life ain't no something you can rap with
Ooh come no ordinary game
The game no something you can rap with
Me's a player you know?
I do not, play in no game
Me just, make money, dollars, every time seen?
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 ***** trying to make a living
These buster tricks don't want no mail
They spending they riches on skinless *****es
Who'll stay petrified in jail
It's hell, plus all the dealers want a meal ticket
Jealous-*** *****es, player-hating but we still kick it
Always keep my eyes on the prize, watch the police
Seen so much murder, neighborhoods getting no sleep
But still, I get my money on major, continuously
Communicating through my pager, *****s 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 nothing popping 'bout no work *****, I ain't no joke
**** what they say and get your dough *****
Heavy in the game (Game's been good to me)
Who the bumba claat him a come try take mine?
Oh, me see you rushin up (Game's been good to me)
I throw 'im blood claat P.M. to A.M.
All, all the bumba come ya take dis ting
For ya take dis ting for joke? (I don't care what it did to them the game's been good to me)
Oh! Dat's right
Well lemme shoot some of this how heavy type of ****,
Certain *****s wanna stick to the game, yousea trick to the game
Waiting upon your turn, so when will you learn?
Ain't no turns given, *****s be twisting and taking ****
Putting they sack down, then putting 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 ***** meaning buy yo' own dope
Cause that front **** is punk ****, something I never funked with
Be true to this game and this game will be true to you
That's real ****, disrespect, see what this here do to you
That jacking and robbing, despising your homie
Ain't healthy, *****s be ending up dead 'fore they get wealthy
But not me though, I'm sewing something major
So what I reap is boss, that's why my public status is floss
Went from a, young ***** living residential
To a, young ***** working presidential (Game's been good to me)
Me ***** Tu-pac always look good
You know that's true I'm look good every time
Ooh, ***** war? Step up (Game's been good to me)
Can yi know I'm serving up blood claat
Playing yi ****ing games
Ooh, we take game, we WON (I don't care what it did to them the game's been good to me)
Any by now, all, yi haffa forget fi we won!
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 doing dirt
Made my decisions do or die, been hustling since junior high
No time for asking why, getting high, getting mine
Put away my nine, cause these times call for four-five sales
Cause life is hell and everybody dies
What about these *****s I despise, them loud talking cowards
Shooting guns into crowds, jeapordizing lives
Shoot em right between them *****s eyes, it's time to realize
Follow the rules or follow them fools that die
Everybody's trying to make the news, *****s confused
Quit trying 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 *****es and the fame
Heavy in the game (Game's been good to me)
Boy, ya nah *****!
Major that's true we look good every time
When we at Beers Diamond
And Tupac drives vintage car (Game's been good to me)
And fi them frame them look good, oh no?
This whole world ya call on
Gonna mass on a face (I don't care what it did to them the game's been good to me)
For any, section of bumba ras claat, oh!
Flush it! Oh!
Nobody wan come test me ya know
True them 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 I'm maximum respect
For when a blood claat run or when a ***** walk up
We look good every time
'Nough dollars, dollars!
Ya know about dollars THem right?
But we nah talk no ****
We haffa walk de walk for we a talk, see it?
Cause action, action speak louder dan words
You know the record!
Don't blood claat ting at ALL
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