Heavy in the Game

[Verse 1: 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, player-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, 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 nothin' poppin' 'bout no work nigga, I ain't no joke Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga Heavy in the game [Hook: Lady Levi w/ ad-libs] Game's been good to me Game's been good to me I don't care what it did to them Game's been good to me [Verse 2: Richie Rich] (Well let me shoot some of this how heavy type of shit) Certain niggas wanna stick to the game, you's a trick to the game Waitin' upon your turn, son when will you learn? Ain't no turns given, niggas 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 your own nigga meanin' buy your 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 jackin' and robbin', despisin' your homie Ain't healthy, niggas 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: 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 shells Cause life is hell and everybody dies What about these niggas I despise -- them loud talkin' cowards Shootin' guns into crowds, jeopardizin' lives Shoot 'em right between them niggas' eyes, it's time to realize Follow the rules or follow them fools that die Everybody's tryin' to make the news, niggas 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 [Hook]