2PAC Heavy in the game 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 driven twenty-four-seven. Moneys my mission just a nigga tryin ta make a livin'. These busta tricks don't know no male. They spending they riches on scandelous bitches who stay petrified in jail. It's hell plus all tha dealers want a meal ticket. Jelous ass bitches 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. Niggas 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 nigga. I ain't no joke fuck what they sayin and get your dough nigga. Heavy in tha Game. (Chorus) The Games been good to me. I don't care what it did to them. The Games been good to Me. Well, let me shoot some of this heavy type shit. Certain niggas wanna stick to the game, you's a trick to the game. Ain't no turns givin niggas be twisten and taken shit. 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 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 robin' and dispisen' your homie ain't healthy. Niggas 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 nigga livin' reseidential. To a young nigga workin' presidential. (Chorus) 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, getten' high. Getten' 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 talken' cowards shootin' guns into crowds, jepordiseing lives. Shootem' right between a niggas eyes, it's time to realize. Follow tha rules, or follow them fools, then die. Everybodies tryin ta make tha news, niggas 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 bitches and tha fame. The games been good to me. Heavy in the Game.