[Intro: Lady Levi]
Oh, yuh tek life fi joke?
Life a na someting u fit romp wit, hooka
Me hard ina di game
Mi game a no someting you can romp wit
Mi's a player, yuh know?
I don't play no game
Mi just, mek money, dollars
Every time, seen?
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now, how can I explain how this game laced me?
Plus with this fame, I got enemies do anything to break me, my attitude changed
Got to the point where I was driven
24/7 money's my mission, just a nigga tryna make a livin'
These busta tricks don't want no mail
They spendin' they riches on scandalous bitches who'll stay petrified in jail
It's hell, plus all the dealers want a meal ticket
Jealous-ass bitches, 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, niggas 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 nigga, I ain't no joke
Fuck what they say and get your dough, nigga
Heavy in the game
[Chorus: Lady Levi & Eboni Foster]
(Game's been good to me)
Who the bombaclaat him a come try take mine?
Oh, me serious, yuh know? (Game's been good to me)
I don't bloodclaat play no game
All, all the bumba, 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)
[Break: Richie Rich]
Well, let me shoot some of this how heavy type of shit
[Verse 2: Richie Rich]
Certain niggas 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, niggas be twistin' and takin' shit
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 for sure you gon' respect game
Be your own nigga, meanin' buy your own dope
'Cause that front shit is punk shit, something I never funked with
Be true to this game and this game will be true to you
That's real shit; disrespect, see what this here do to you
That jackin' and robbin', despising your homie
Ain't healthy, niggas 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 nigga livin' residential
To a young nigga workin' presidential
[Chorus: Lady Levi & Eboni Foster]
(Game's been good to me)
Me nigga, Tupac, always look good
You vexed true him look good every time
Ooh, pussy hole, step off (Game's been good to me)
Ka yuh know say mi no bloodclaat play no fucking games
Ooh, protect mi own
(I don't care what it did to them)
Yuh never know
(The game's been good to me)
Mi haffi get mi own!
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
But my decision's do or die, been hustlin' since junior high
No time for askin' why, gettin' high, gettin' mine
Put away my .9 'cause these times call for four-five shells
'Cause life is hell and everybody dies
What about these niggas I despise?
Them loud talkin', cowards shootin' guns into crowds, jeopardizin' lives
Shoot 'em right between them niggas' eyes, it's time to realize
Follow the rules or follow them fools that die
Everybody's tryna make the news
Niggas confused, quit tryna be an O.G. and pay your dues
If you choose to apply yourself, go with the grain
Then come the riches and the bitches and the fame, heavy in the game
[Outro: Lady Levi & Eboni Foster]
(Game's been good to me)
Hold on bitch!
You jealous true we look good every time
When we at Beers Diamond
And 2Pac drives vintage car (Game's been good to me)
And fi him frame them look good, yuh kno?
Dis for all u ????
???? inna face
For any, sex inna bomba 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
Wan' 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 bloodclat run or when a pussy walk up
We look good every time
'Nough dollars, dollars!
Ya know about dollars, them right?
But we nah talk no shit
We haffa walk de walk for we a talk, see it?
'Cause action, action speak louder dan words
You know who the record partner
Don't bloodclaat ting at all
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