Heavy In The Game

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 trippin'.
Twenty-four-seven money's my mission,
just a nigga tryin to make a livin'.
These busta tricks don't want no male.
They spending they riches on scandalous bitches
who 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, neighborhood's 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' about no work. Nigga, ain't no joke.
Fuck what they say and get your dough, nigga.
Heavy in the game.

The game's been good to me.
The game's been good to me.
I don't care what it did to them
The game's been good to me.

Richie Rich:
Well, let me shoot some of this old heavy type of shit.
Certain niggas wanna stick to the game. You's a trick to the game.
Waitin' upon your turn, son will you learn?
Ain't no turns givin'. 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 it, if I show you no respect then
be your own nigga meaning 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 will do to you.
That jackin' and robbin' and despising your homie
ain't healthy. Niggas be ending up dead before they get wealthy.
But not me though, I'm sewing something major.
So what I reap is boss.
That's why my public status is floss.
Went from a young nigga livin' reseidential
to a young nigga workin' presidential.

The game's been good to me.
The game's been good to me.
I don't care what it did to them.
The game's been good to me.

I'm just a young black male, cursed since my birth.
Had to turn to crack sells if worse come to worse.
Headed for them packed jails, so maybe it's a hearse.
My only way to stack bail is out here doin dirt.
My decisions do or die, been hustlin' 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 niggas I despise?
Them loud talkin' cowards shootin' guns into crowds.
Jeopardizing lives, shoot 'em right between a niggas eyes.
It's time to realize
follow the rules
or follow them fools, then die.
Everybodies tryin' to make the news.
Niggas confused,
quit tryin to be an 'OG' 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.

The games been good to me.
The games been good to me.
I Don't care what it did to them.
The games been good to me.



Transcription 1995 by Jim Moore for Relativity Labs.
Written by Tupac Shakur, M. Mosley, S. Bostic.
Copyright 1995 Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved.
Used without permisson.