
Heavy in the Game 2Pac (Ft. Eboni Foster, Lady Levi & Richie Rich)
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[Intro: Lady Levi]
Oh, you Thug Life is yours?
Life ain't no something you can rap with
Ooh, come no ordinary game
The game no something you can rap with
Me's a player, you know?
I do not, play in no game
Me just, make money, dollars
Every time, seen?
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now, how can I explain how this game laced me?
Plus with this fame, I got enemies do anything to break me, my attitude changed
Got to the point where I was driven
24/7 money's my mission, just a nigga tryna make a livin'
These busta tricks don't want no mail
They spendin' they riches on scandalous 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 since they jealous, I hustle solo
'Cause when I'm broke, I got no time for the fellas, listen
Ain't nothin' poppin' 'bout no broke nigga, I ain't no joke
Fuck what they say and get your dough, nigga
Heavy in the game
Oh, you Thug Life is yours?
Life ain't no something you can rap with
Ooh, come no ordinary game
The game no something you can rap with
Me's a player, you know?
I do not, play in no game
Me just, make money, dollars
Every time, seen?
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now, how can I explain how this game laced me?
Plus with this fame, I got enemies do anything to break me, my attitude changed
Got to the point where I was driven
24/7 money's my mission, just a nigga tryna make a livin'
These busta tricks don't want no mail
They spendin' they riches on scandalous 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 since they jealous, I hustle solo
'Cause when I'm broke, I got no time for the fellas, listen
Ain't nothin' poppin' 'bout no broke nigga, I ain't no joke
Fuck what they say and get your dough, nigga
Heavy in the game
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