Tytuł: Heavy In The Game

• Wykonawca: 2Pac
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[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