(feat. eboni foster, lady levi, richie rich)
[all parts with lady levi speaking are strictly best guess]
 [eboni foster] game’s been good to me
 [eboni foster] i don’t care what it did to them
the game’s been good to me
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?
[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 att*tude changed
got to the point where i was driven, twenty-four/seven
money’s my mission, just a n*gg* trying to make a living
these busta tricks don’t want no mail
they spending they riches on skanless b*tches
who’ll stay petrified in jail
it’s h*ll, plus all the dealers want a meal ticket
jealous-*ss b*tches, 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, n*gg*z 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 n*gg*, ain’t no joke
f*ck what they say and get your dough n*gg*
heavy in the game 
who the b*mba claat him a come try take mine?
oh, me see you rushing up 
i throw i’m blood claat p.m. to a.m.
all, all the b*mba come ya take dis ting
for ya take dis ting for joke? 
oh! that’s right
[verse two: richie rich]
well lemme shoot some of this how heavy type of sh*t.
certain n*gg*z wanna stick to the game, yousea trick to the game
waiting upon your turn, so when will you learn?
ain’t no turns given, n*gg*z 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 n*gg* meaning buy yo’ own dope
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, n*gg*z 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 floss
went from a, young n*gg* living residential
to a, young n*gg* working presidential 
me n*gg* tu-pac always look good
you know that’s true ‘i’m look good every time
ooh, p*ssy war? step up 
can you know i’m serving up blood claat
playing you f*cking games
ooh, we take game, we won 
any by now, all, you haffa forget fi we won
[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 he*rs*
my only way to stack mail, is out here doing dirt
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 h*ll and everybody dies
what about these n*gg*z i despise — them loud talking cowards
shootin guns into crowds, jeopardizing lives
shoot em right between them n*gg*z eyes, it’s time to realize
follow the rules or follow them fools that die
everybody’s trying to make the news, n*gg*z confused
quit trying 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 b*tches and the fame
heavy in the game 
boy, ya nah b*tch!
major that’s true we look good everytime
when we at beers diamond
and tupac drives vintage car 
and fi them frame them look good, oh no?
this whole world ya call on
gonna m*ss on a face 
for any, section of b*mba ras claat, oh!
flush it! .. oh!
n*body 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 blood claat run or when a p*ssy walk up
we look good everytime
nuff dollars, dollars
y’know about dollars them right?
but we nah talk no sh*t
we haffa walk the walk for we a talk, see it?
cause action, action speak louder dan words
you know the record!
don’t blood claat ting at all
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