Heavy in the Game Lyrics by Tupac

Heavy in the Game Lyrics

    {all parts with Lady Levi speaking are strictly best guess}

    *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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