Loyal To The Game
By 2pac featuring Treach and Riddler

(2pac)

Now I got to ask, on a nigga's ass, tell me will they blast me?
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these narcs
be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I've been movin these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin G's , buyin all the things on T.V. 
believe me, I got some killers on my payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low
Although I'm young, I'm still comin up
I'm gettin paid, pullin raises on niggas when they runnin up
The first to pull a strap when theres drama
Busta, you ain't heard? I've been slicin motherfuckers since I lost my 
momma 
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My possie is cocked, G, and they don't quit till they drop me
I'm loyal to the game

(Chorus)

(Treach)

Without no doubt I ain't no slouch and it ain't time to back out
So I jump in and try to stopa and watcha out 
Slap you cock-eyed like Popeye fucks spinach
Forgotten more shit then most crews ever know, or ever knew
Was born with 7 flows and only heaven knew
For beat the boot sex, the news breaks, the you shakes
Worse, they heard we got more nerve then a 2 fake
Yoo-hoo to you crew and you too so you knew
I'm from Jersey and I'm a teen so your block more than you do 
Whose the new crew?
Show me your neck brotha, and heres another
Smack your mother's mamma'a mother
In the first mob of all those other crack lovers
Back was bitch ass, trick ass, cluck clow cluck clow
How you like me then, how you like me, hey -ho, how ya like me 
now
Ow, pow, hurt, don't it? Bow bow don't run up on it l
The same thing minus "P" hangin possies like an exponent
Oh yes rock in slums, ya gots to run it 
It makes no sense to smell like shit
If old ass George could be Washing-tons

(Chorus)

(Riddler)

Now I be loyal to my niggas on the blocks, just buckin the shots
And packin the glocks, and dogin the cops, and takin over nigags 
spots
Poppin after poppin the fools be droppin, the hoes be hoppin
On my thing cause it hangs like the nets from Above the Rim
You lookin grim is it me or him or him
Or be with me, we be together
So what's up, we can do whatever
Cause real niggas stick together
Till they make it up to heaven
Through the stress, through the hell, through the 187
The shorter the nigga the bigger the trigger
The deeper they dig the ditcha
The Naughty, the Treach, then through the Pac I brings the glock
I wets up
You fuckin body, I'm like, Oh my Gody
Did I really shoot him? Yo I shot him
So got him, now I puts the crime behind me
And finds me, a place to lays my head low
I lives doin my rap but I dies for my hood row
So all you fuckin fools better recognize, and know my fuckin name
I be Riddler to my niggas and I'm loyal to the game

(Chorus)

Lyrics Transcribed By Aaron "Puffy" Silver
Presented By The Unofficial Tupac Homepage