2Pac and Richie Rich - Heavy in the Game

Oh, yuh tek life fi joke?
Life annuh something you fi ramp wit'
Grew up hard inna di game
The game annuh something you can ramp wit'
Me's a player you know?
I don' play no game
Mi jus' 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 nigga tryna make a living
These buster tricks don't want no mail
They spending they riches on scandalous bitches
Who'll stay petrified in jail
It's hell, plus all the dealers want a meal ticket
Jealous-ass bitches, 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, niggas 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 nigga, I ain't no joke
Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga
(Game's been good to me) heavy in the game

How di bumbaclat dem a come try take mine?
Oh, mi serious, you know (game's been good to me)
I don't bloodclat play no game
Oh, ah wah di bumbaclat yuh a tek dis ting fah?
Yuh tek dis ting fi joke? (I don't care what it did to them)
Oh, that's right (the game's been good to me)

Well lemme shoot some of this how heavy type of shit
Certain niggas wanna stick to the game, you's a trick to the game
Waiting upon your turn, so when will you learn?
Ain't no turns given, niggas be twisting and taking shit
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 nigga meaning buy yo' own dope
'Cause that front shit is punk shit, something 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 jacking and robbing, despising your homie
Ain't healthy, niggas be ending up dead 'fore they get wealthy
But not me though, I'm sowing something major
So what I reap is boss, that's why my public status is floss
Went from a, young nigga living residential
To a, young nigga working presidential

Mi nigga Tu-pac always look good (Game's been good to me)
Yuh bet's true, him look good every time
Oh, pussyhole, step up (game's been good to me)
Cah yuh know seh mi nuh bloodclat play no fuckin' games
Oh, we tek fi wi own
(I don't care what it did to them) yuh neva know
Oh (the game's been good to me)
We haffi get fi wi own
Every time

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 niggas I despise, them loud talking cowards
Shooting guns into crowds, jeopardizing lives
Shoot 'em right between them niggas eyes, it's time to realize
Follow the rules or follow them fools that die
Everybody's trying to make the news, niggas confused
Quit tryna 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
(Game's been good to me) heavy in the game

Boy, ya nah bitch
Yuh jealous, true we look good every time
We wear bare diamond
And Tupac drives pretty cyar (Game's been good to me)
And fi him friend dem look good, unnuh?
Just go hol' yuh corner and guh mass unno face
(I don't care what it did to them) sexy nuh bumba raasclaat, oh
(The game's been good to me)
Flashy
Oh, nuff ah dem wan' come test me, ya know
True dem see we a drive pretty car
Wan' no part of yuh ting and ting
An' yuh wan' come draw unnuh gun
But yuh see we now, you haffi show we maximum respect
Cah we nuh bloodclaat ramp wit' no pussyhole
Cah we look good every time
'Nough dollars, dollars
Yuh know 'bout dollars dem, right?
But we nah talk no shit
We haffi walk di walk, for we a talk, see it?
'Cah action, action speak louder dan words
You know the record
Don't bloodclaat play at all

Written by:
Tupac Amaru Shakur, Samuel Ramone Bostic, James Samuel III Harris, Terry Steven Lewis, Mike Mosley

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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