[all parts with Lady Levi speaking are strictly best guess]



[1] [Eboni Foster] Game's been good to me

[2] [Eboni Foster] I don't care what it did to them

The game's been good to me



[Lady Levi]

Oh, you tink life is yours?

Life ain't na somethin you can rap with

Ooh come na ordinary game

Da game na somethin you can rap with

Me's a player you know?

I do not, play in no game

Me just, make money, dollars, everytime seen?



[Verse One: 2Pac]



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 driven, twenty-four/seven

Money's my mission, just a nigga tryin to make a livin

These busta tricks don't want no mail

They spendin they riches on skanless bitches

who'll 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, neighborhoods gettin no sleep

But still, I get my money on major, continuously

Communicatin through my pager, niggaz 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 'bout no work nigga, I ain't no joke

Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga

Heavy in the game [1]



[Lady Levi]

Who da bumba claat him a come try take mine?

Oooh, me see you rushin up [1]

I throw 'im blood claat P.M. to A.M.

All, all da bumba come ya take dis ting

for ya take dis ting for joke? [2]

Oh! Dat's right



[Verse Two: Richie Rich]



Well lemme shoot some of this how heavy type of shit..

Certain niggaz wanna stick to the game, yousea trick to the game

Waitin upon your turn, so when will you learn?

Ain't no turns given, niggaz 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 game, and fo' sho' you gon' respect game

Be yo' own nigga meanin buy yo' own dope

Cause that front shit is punk shit, somethin 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 here do to you

That jackin and robbin, despisin your homie

ain't healthy, niggaz be endin up dead 'fore they get wealthy

But not me though, I'm sewin somethin major

so what I reap is boss -- that's why my public status is floss

Went from a, young nigga livin residential

to a, young nigga workin presidential [1]



[Lady Levi]

Me nigga Tu-pac ALWAYS look good

You know that's true 'im look good every time

Ooh, pussy war? Step up [1]

Can yi know I'm servin up blood claat

playin yi fuckin games

Ooh, we take game, we WON [2]

Any by now, all, yi haffa forget fi we WON

Everytime



[Verse Three: 2Pac]



I'm just a young black male, cursed since my birth

Had to turn to crack sales, if worse come to worse

Headed for them packed, jails, or maybe it's a hearse

My only way to stack mail, is out here doin dirt

Made my decisions do or die, been hustlin since junior high

No time for askin why, gettin high, gettin mine

Put away my nine, cause these times call for four-five sales

cause life is hell and everybody dies

What about these niggaz I despise -- them loud talkin cowards

shootin guns into crowds, jeapordizin lives

Shoot em right between them niggaz eyes, it's time to realize

follow the rules or follow them fools that die

Everybody's tryin to make the news, niggaz confused

Quit tryin to be an O.G. 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 [1]



[Lady Levi]

Boy, ya nah bitch!

Major that's true we look good everytime

when we at Beers Diamond

and Tupac drives vintage car [1]

And fi dem frame dem look good, oh no?

This whole world ya call on

gonna mass on a face [2]

For any, section of bumba ras claat, oh!

Flush it! .. Oh!

Nobody wan come test me y'know

true dem we a drive pretty car

Wanna no part of any ting

and now you wan come drown a gun

But ya see we know, you haffa show 'im MAXIMUM respect

for when a blood claat run or when a pussy walk up

we look good everytime

Nuff dollars, DOLLARS

Y'know about dollars dem right?

But we nah talk no shit

We haffa walk de walk for we a talk, see it?

Cause action, action speak louder dan words

You know da record!

Don't blood claat ting at ALL