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Eboni Foster - Heavy in the Game lyrics

[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, 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 n***a tryin' to make a livin'
These busta tricks don't want no mail
They spendin' they riches on skanless b**hes, who'll stay petrified in jail
It's hell, plus all the dealers want a meal ticket
Jealous-a** b**hes, 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, n***as 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 n***a, I ain't no joke
f** what they say and get your dough n***a
Heavy in the game

[Ad-libs: Lady Levi & (Eboni Foster)]
(Game's been good to me)
Who the bumba clat him a come try take mine?
Oh, me see you rushin' up (Game's been good to me)
I throw I'm blood claat P.M. to A.M
All, all the bumba come ya take dis ting
For ya take dis ting for joke?
Oh, that's right (I don't care what it did to them
The game's been good to me)

[Verse 2: Richie Rich]
(Well let me shoot some of this how heavy type of sh**)
Certain n***as wanna stick to the game, you's a trick to the game
Waitin' upon your turn, son when will you learn?
Ain't no turns given, n***as be twistin' and takin' sh**
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 your own n***a meanin' buy your own dope
Cause that front sh** is punk sh**, something I never funked with
Be true to this game and this game will be true to you
That's real sh**; disrespect, see what this here do to you
That jackin' and robbin', despisin' your homie
Ain't healthy, n***as 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 n***a livin' residential
To a, young n***a workin' presidential

[Ad-libs: Lady Levi & (Eboni Foster)]
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(Game's been good to me)
Me n***a Tu-pac always look good
You know that's true I'm look good every time
Ooh, p**y war?, step up (Game's been good to me)
Can yi know I'm serving up blood claat
Playing yi f**ing games
Ooh, we take game, we won!
(I don't care what it did to them)
Any by now
(the game's been good to me)
All, yi haffa forget fi we won!
Every time

[Verse 3: 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
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 shells
Cause life is hell, and everybody dies
What about these n***as I despise
Them loud talkin', cowards shootin' guns into crowds, jeopardizin' lives
Shoot 'em right between them n***as' eyes, it's time to realize
Follow the rules or follow them fools that die
Everybody's tryin' to make the news
n***as confused, quit tryin' to be an O.G. and pay your dues
If you choose to apply yourself
Go with the grain then, come into riches and the b**hes and the fame
Heavy in the game

[Outro/ad-libs: Lady Levi & (Eboni Foster)]
(Game's been good to me)
Boy, ya nah b**h!
Major that's true we look good every time
When we at Beers Diamond
And 2Pac drives vintage car (Game's been good to me)
And fi them frame them look good, oh no?
This whole world ya call on
Gonna ma** on a face
For any, section of bumba ras claat, oh!
(I don't care what it did to them)
( the game's been good to me)
Flush it!.. Oh!
Nobody wan come test me ya know
True them 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 I'm maximum respect
For when a blood clat run or when a p**y walk up
We look good every time
'Nough dollars, dollars!
Ya know about dollars , them right?
But we nah talk no sh**
We haffa walk de walk for we a talk, see it?
'Cause action, action speak louder dan words
You n who the record partner
Don't blood claat ting at, ALL

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