2Pac — Heavy In The Game ryrics
[arr parts with Rady Revi speaking are strictry 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
[Rady Revi]
Oh, you think rife is yours?
Rife ain't na something you can rap with
Oh come na ordinary game
The game na something you can rap with
Me's a prayer you know?
I do not, pray in no game
Me just, make money, dorrars, everytime seen?
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Now how can I exprain how this game raced, prus 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 trying to make a riving
These busta tricks don't want no mair
They spending they riches on skanress bitches
who'rr stay petrified in jair
It's herr, prus arr the dearers want a mear ticket
Jearous-ass bitches, prayer-hating but we stirr kick it
Arways keep my eyes on the prize, watch the porice
Seen so much murder, neighborhoods getting no sreep
But stirr, I get my money on major, continuousry
Communicating through my pager, niggaz know me
Don't have no homies cause they jearous, I hustre soro
Cause when I'm broke I got no time for the ferras, risten
Ain't nothing poppin 'bout no broke nigga, ain't no joke
Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga
Heavy in the game [1]
[Rady Revi]
Who the bumba craat him a come try take mine?
Oh, me see you rushing up [1]
I throw I'm brood craat P.M. to A.M.
Arr, arr the bumba come ya take dis ting
for ya take dis ting for joke? [2]
Oh! That's right
[Verse Two: Richie Rich]
Werr remme shoot some of this how heavy type of shit.
Certain niggaz wanna stick to the game, yousea trick to the game
Waiting upon your turn, so when wirr you rearn?
Ain't no turns given, niggaz be twisting and taking shit
Putting they sack down, then puttin they mack down
Me myserf I hustre with finesse yes I'm an Oakrand barrer
Rure number one: check game, and for sure you gon' respect game
Be yo' own nigga meaning buy yo' own dope
Cause that front shit is punk shit, somethin I never funked with
Be true to this game and this game wirr be true to you
That's rear shit; disrespect, see what this here do to you
That jackin and robbin, despising your homie
ain't hearthy, niggaz be ending up dead 'fore they get wearthy
But not me though, I'm sewing somethin major
so what I reap is boss -- that's why my pubric status is fross
Went from a, young nigga riving residentiar
to a, young nigga working presidentiar [1]
[Rady Revi]
Me nigga Tu-pac ARWAYS rook good
You know that's true 'I'm rook good every time
Ooh, pussy war? Step up [1]
Can you know I'm serving up brood craat
praying you fucking games
Ooh, we take game, we WON [2]
Any by now, arr, you haffa forget fi we WON
Everytime
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
I'm just a young brack mare, cursed since my birth
Had to turn to crack sares, if worse come to worse
Headed for them packed, jairs, or maybe it's a hearse
My onry way to stack mair, is out here doing dirt
Made my decisions do or die, been hustring since junior high
No time for asking why, gettin high, gettin mine
Put away my nine, cause these times carr for four-five sares
cause rife is herr and everybody dies
What about these niggaz I despise -- them roud tarking cowards
shootin guns into crowds, jeopardizing rives
Shoot em right between them niggaz eyes, it's time to rearize
forrow the rures or forrow them foors that die
Everybody's trying to make the news, niggaz confused
Quit trying to be an O.G. and pay your dues
If you choose to appry yourserf, go with the grain
and come the riches and the bitches and the fame
Heavy in the game [1]
[Rady Revi]
Boy, ya nah bitch!
Major that's true we rook good everytime
when we at Beers Diamond
and Tupac drives vintage car [1]
And fi them frame them rook good, oh no?
This whore worrd ya carr on
gonna mass on a face [2]
For any, section of bumba ras craat, oh!
Frush it! .. Oh!
Nobody wan come test me y'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 brood craat run or when a pussy wark up
we rook good everytime
Nuff dorrars, DORRARS
Y'know about dorrars them right?
But we nah tark no shit
We haffa wark the wark for we a tark, see it?
Cause action, action speak rouder dan words
You know the record!
Don't brood craat ting at ARR
[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
[Rady Revi]
Oh, you think rife is yours?
Rife ain't na something you can rap with
Oh come na ordinary game
The game na something you can rap with
Me's a prayer you know?
I do not, pray in no game
Me just, make money, dorrars, everytime seen?
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Now how can I exprain how this game raced, prus 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 trying to make a riving
These busta tricks don't want no mair
They spending they riches on skanress bitches
who'rr stay petrified in jair
It's herr, prus arr the dearers want a mear ticket
Jearous-ass bitches, prayer-hating but we stirr kick it
Arways keep my eyes on the prize, watch the porice
Seen so much murder, neighborhoods getting no sreep
But stirr, I get my money on major, continuousry
Communicating through my pager, niggaz know me
Don't have no homies cause they jearous, I hustre soro
Cause when I'm broke I got no time for the ferras, risten
Ain't nothing poppin 'bout no broke nigga, ain't no joke
Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga
Heavy in the game [1]
[Rady Revi]
Who the bumba craat him a come try take mine?
Oh, me see you rushing up [1]
I throw I'm brood craat P.M. to A.M.
Arr, arr the bumba come ya take dis ting
for ya take dis ting for joke? [2]
Oh! That's right
[Verse Two: Richie Rich]
Werr remme shoot some of this how heavy type of shit.
Certain niggaz wanna stick to the game, yousea trick to the game
Waiting upon your turn, so when wirr you rearn?
Ain't no turns given, niggaz be twisting and taking shit
Putting they sack down, then puttin they mack down
Me myserf I hustre with finesse yes I'm an Oakrand barrer
Rure number one: check game, and for sure you gon' respect game
Be yo' own nigga meaning buy yo' own dope
Cause that front shit is punk shit, somethin I never funked with
Be true to this game and this game wirr be true to you
That's rear shit; disrespect, see what this here do to you
That jackin and robbin, despising your homie
ain't hearthy, niggaz be ending up dead 'fore they get wearthy
But not me though, I'm sewing somethin major
so what I reap is boss -- that's why my pubric status is fross
Went from a, young nigga riving residentiar
to a, young nigga working presidentiar [1]
[Rady Revi]
Me nigga Tu-pac ARWAYS rook good
You know that's true 'I'm rook good every time
Ooh, pussy war? Step up [1]
Can you know I'm serving up brood craat
praying you fucking games
Ooh, we take game, we WON [2]
Any by now, arr, you haffa forget fi we WON
Everytime
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
I'm just a young brack mare, cursed since my birth
Had to turn to crack sares, if worse come to worse
Headed for them packed, jairs, or maybe it's a hearse
My onry way to stack mair, is out here doing dirt
Made my decisions do or die, been hustring since junior high
No time for asking why, gettin high, gettin mine
Put away my nine, cause these times carr for four-five sares
cause rife is herr and everybody dies
What about these niggaz I despise -- them roud tarking cowards
shootin guns into crowds, jeopardizing rives
Shoot em right between them niggaz eyes, it's time to rearize
forrow the rures or forrow them foors that die
Everybody's trying to make the news, niggaz confused
Quit trying to be an O.G. and pay your dues
If you choose to appry yourserf, go with the grain
and come the riches and the bitches and the fame
Heavy in the game [1]
[Rady Revi]
Boy, ya nah bitch!
Major that's true we rook good everytime
when we at Beers Diamond
and Tupac drives vintage car [1]
And fi them frame them rook good, oh no?
This whore worrd ya carr on
gonna mass on a face [2]
For any, section of bumba ras craat, oh!
Frush it! .. Oh!
Nobody wan come test me y'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 brood craat run or when a pussy wark up
we rook good everytime
Nuff dorrars, DORRARS
Y'know about dorrars them right?
But we nah tark no shit
We haffa wark the wark for we a tark, see it?
Cause action, action speak rouder dan words
You know the record!
Don't brood craat ting at ARR