Verse One: 2Pac
 Now how can I explain how this game laced
 plus with this fame
 I got enemies who'll do anything ta break me
 My attitude changed
 got to tha point where I was trippen
 twenty-four-seven
 moneys my mission
 just a nigga tryin ta make a livin'
 These busta tricks don't know no male
 they spending they riches on scandelous bitches
 who stay petrified in jail
 it's hell
 plus all tha dealers want a meal ticket
 jelous ass bitches
 playa haten' but we still kick it
 always keep my eyes on tha prize
 watch tha police
 seen so much murder
 neighborhoods getten no sleep
 but still
 I get my money on major
 continuously
 communicaten through my pager
 niggas know me
 don't have no homies cause they jelous
 I hustle solo
 cause when i'm broke I got no time for tha fellas
 listen
 ain't nothen popin' about no work nigga
 I ain't no joke
 fuck what they sayin
 and get your dough nigga
 Heavy in tha Game
 Chorus:
 I don't care what it did to Them
 Tha Games been good ta Me
 Verse Two: Richie Rich
 Well, let me shoot some of this heavy type shit
 Certain niggas wanna stick to tha game
 you's a trick to tha game
 waitin' upon your turn
 so will you learn
 ain't no turns givin niggas be twisten and taken shit
 putten they sack down
 then putten they mack down
 Me myself I hustle with finesse
 Yes, i'm an Oakland baller
 rule number one check it
 if I show you no respect then
 be your own nigga
 meaning 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 will do to you
 jackin' and robin' and dispisen' your homie
 ain't healthy
 niggas be ending up dead
 follow your wealthy
 but not me tho
 I'm sowing something major
 so what I reap is boss
 that's why my public statis is floss
 went from a
 young nigga livin' reseidential
 to a
 young nigga workin' presidential
 Chorus
 Verse Three: 2Pac
 I'm just a young black male
 cursed since my birth
 had ta turn to crack sells
 if worse come to worse
 headed for them pack jails
 so maybe it's a hearse
 My only way to stack bail
 is out here doin dirt
 My decisions do or die
 been hustlein' since Jr. High
 No time for askin why
 getten' high
 getten' mine
 Put away my 9
 cause these times call for four-five sales
 cause life is hell and everybody dies
 what about these niggas I despise
 them loud talken' cowards shootin' guns into crowds
 jepordiseing lives
 shootem' right between a niggas eyes
 it's time to realize
 follow tha rules
 or follow tha fools, then die
 everybodies tryin ta make tha news
 niggas confused
 quit tryin to be an OG and pay your dues
 if you choose to apply yourself
 go with tha grain and come tha riches and tha bitches and tha fame
 Heavy in tha Game
 Chorus