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Heavy In The Game

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[00:19.82] Now how can I explain how this game laced me

[00:22.57] Plus with this fame

[00:23.57] I got enemies do anything to break me, my attitude changed

[00:26.57] Got to the point where I was driven, twenty-four seven

[00:29.32] Money's my mission, just a nigga tryna make a livin'

[00:31.82] These busta tricks don't want no mail

[00:33.32] They spendin' they riches on scandalous bitches

[00:35.57] Who'll stay petrified in jail

[00:36.82] It's hell, plus all the dealers want a meal ticket

[00:39.07] Jealous-ass bitches, player-hatin' but we still kick it

[00:41.57] Always keep my eyes on the prize, watch the police

[00:44.06] Seen so much murder, neighborhoods gettin' no sleep

[00:46.82] But still, I get my money on major, continuously

[00:50.06] Communicatin' through my pager, niggas know me

[00:52.57] Don't have no homies since they jealous, I hustle solo

[00:55.32] 'Cause when I'm broke I got no time for the fellas listen

[00:58.07] Ain't nothin' poppin' 'bout no broke nigga, I ain't no joke

[01:00.56] Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga

[01:02.83] Heavy in the game

[01:22.81] Certain niggas wanna stick to the game, you's a trick to the game

[01:26.57] Waitin' upon your turn, son when will you learn?

[01:29.32] Ain't no turns given, niggas be twistin' and takin' shit

[01:31.82] Puttin' they sack down, then puttin' they mack down

[01:34.31] Me myself I hustle with finesse yes I'm an Oakland baller

[01:36.82] Rule number one: check game, and fo' sho' you gon' respect game

[01:39.82] Be your own nigga meanin' buy your own dope

[01:42.31] 'Cause that front shit is punk shit, something I never funked with

[01:45.07] Be true to this game and this game will be true to you

[01:47.82] That's real shit; disrespect, see what this here do to you

[01:50.31] That jackin' and robbin', despisin' your homie

[01:53.09] Ain't healthy, niggas be endin' up dead 'fore they get wealthy

[01:55.57] But not me though, I'm sewin' somethin' major

[01:57.81] So what I reap is boss -- that's why my public status is floss

[02:00.81] Went from a, young nigga livin' residential

[02:03.07] To a, young nigga workin' presidential

[02:26.31] I'm just a young black male, cursed since my birth

[02:29.57] Had to turn to crack sales, if worse come to worse

[02:32.07] Headed for them packed jails, or maybe it's a hearse

[02:34.82] My only way to stack mail is out here doin' dirt

[02:37.31] My decisions do or die, been hustlin' since junior high

[02:40.07] No time for askin' why, gettin' high, gettin' mine

[02:42.81] Put away my nine, 'cause these times call for four-five shells

[02:46.07] 'Cause life is hell, and everybody dies

[02:48.32] What about these niggas I despise

[02:50.32] Them loud talkin', cowards shootin' guns into crowds, jeopardizin' lives

[02:53.57] Shoot 'em right between them niggas' eyes, it's time to realize

[02:56.57] Follow the rules or follow them fools that die

[02:58.57] Everybody's tryin' to make the news

[03:00.32] Niggas confused, quit tryin' to be an O.G. and pay your dues

[03:03.57] If you choose to apply yourself

[03:05.57] Go with the grain then, come into riches and the bitches and the fame

[03:08.31] Heavy in the game