Sam Bostic - Heavy in the Game lyrics

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Sam Bostic - 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)] (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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