โหลดเพลง mp3 Heavy In The Game - 2Pac

Oh you think life is yours
Life ain't na something you can rap with
Oh come na ordinary game
The game na something you can rap with
Me's a player you know
I do not play in no game
Me just make money dollars everytime seen
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 ni**a trying to make a living
These busta tricks don't want no mail
They spending they riches on skanless b**ches
Who'll stay petrified in jail
It's hell plus all the dealers want a meal ticket
Jealous a** b**ches player hating but we still kick it
Always keep my eyes on the prize watch the police
Seen so much murder neighborhoods getting no sleep
But still I get my money on major continuously
Communicating 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 nothing poppin 'bout no broke ni**a ain't no joke
F**k what they say and get your dough ni**a
Heavy in the game
Well lemme shoot some of this how heavy type of sh*t
Certain niggaz wanna stick to the game yousea trick to the game
Waiting upon your turn so when will you learn
Ain't no turns given niggaz be twisting and taking sh*t
Putting 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 for sure you gon' respect game
Be yo' own ni**a meaning buy yo' own d**e
Cause that front sh*t is punk sh*t somethin I never funked with
Be true to this game and this game will be true to you
That's real sh*t disrespect see what this here do to you
That jackin and robbin despising your homie
Ain't healthy niggaz be ending up dead 'fore they get wealthy
But not me though I'm sewing somethin major
So what I reap is boss that's why my public status is flossWent from a
Young ni**a living residential to a
Young ni**a working presidential
Ooh p**sy war Step up
Can you know I'm serving up blood claat
Ooh we take game we won
Any by now all you haffa forget fi we won
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
Made my decisions do or die been hustling since junior high
No time for asking 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 talking cowards
Shootin guns into crowds jeopardizing lives
Shoot em right between them niggaz eyes it's time to realize
Follow the rules or follow them fools that die
Everybody's trying to make the news niggaz confused
If you choose to apply yourself go with the grain
And come the riches and the b**ches and the fame
True them we a drive pretty car
Wanna no part of any ting