Featuring Richie Rich]

Verse One: 2Pac

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 trippen

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:

I don't care what it did to Them

Tha Games been good ta Me

Verse Two: Richie Rich

Well, let me shoot some of this heavy type shit

Certain niggas wanna stick to tha game

you's a trick to tha game

waitin' upon your turn

so will you learn

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

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

Verse Three: 2Pac

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 tha 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

Heavy in tha Game

Chorus