2Pac Heavy In The Game (feat. Richie Rich) Lyrics

Verse One: 2Pac

Now how can I explain how this game laced
plus with this fame
I got enemies who'll do anything ta break me
My attitude changed
got to tha point where I was trippen
twenty-four-seven
moneys my mission
just a n____ tryin ta make a livin'
These busta tricks don't know no male
they spending they riches on scandelous b____es
who stay petrified in jail
it's hell
plus all tha dealers want a meal ticket
jealous a__ b____es
playa haten' but we still kick it
always keep my eyes on tha prize
watch tha police
seen so much murder
neighborhoods getten no sleep
but still
I get my money on major
continuously
communicaten through my pager
n____s know me
don't have no homies cause they jelous
I hustle solo
cause when i'm broke I got no time for tha fellas
listen
ain't nothen popin' about no work n____
I ain't no joke
f___ what they sayin
and get your dough n____
Heavy in tha Game

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I don't care what it did to Them
Tha Games been good ta Me

Verse Two: Richie Rich

Well, let me shoot some of this heavy type s___
Certain n____s wanna stick to tha game
you's a trick to tha game
waitin' upon your turn
so will you learn
ain't no turns givin n____s be twisten and taken s___
putten they sack down
then putten they mack down
Me myself I hustle with finesse
Yes, i'm an Oakland baller
rule number one check it
if I show you no respect then
be your own n____
meaning buy your own dope
cause that front s___ is punk s___
something I never funked with
be true to this game and this game will be true to you
that's real s___
disrespect
see what this will do to you
jackin' and robin' and dispisen' your homie
ain't healthy
n____s be ending up dead
follow your wealthy
but not me tho
I'm sowing something major
so what I reap is boss
that's why my public statis is floss
went from a
young n____ livin' reseidential
to a
young n____ workin' presidential

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Verse Three: 2Pac

I'm just a young black male
cursed since my birth
had ta turn to crack sells
if worse come to worse
headed for them pack jails
so maybe it's a hearse
My only way to stack bail
is out here doin dirt
My decisions do or die
been hustlein' since Jr. High
No time for askin why
gettin' high
gettin' mine
Put away my 9
cause these times call for four-five sales
cause life is hell and everybody dies
what about these n____s I despise
them loud talken' cowards shootin' guns into crowds
jeapardising lives
shoot 'em right between a n____s eyes
it's time to realize
follow tha rules
or follow tha fools, then die
everybodies tryin ta make tha news
n____s confused
quit tryin to be an OG and pay your dues
if you choose to apply yourself
go with tha grain and come tha riches and tha b____es and tha fame
Heavy in tha Game

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