Heavy In The Game (Explicit)

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

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 ni**a trying to make a living

These busta tricks don't want no mail

They spending they riches on skanless b**ches

Who'll stay petrified in jail

It's hell plus all the dealers want a meal ticket

Jealous a** b**ches 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 niggaz 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 ni**a ain't no joke

F**k what they say and get your dough ni**a

Heavy in the game

Well lemme shoot some of this how heavy type of sh*t

Certain niggaz wanna stick to the game yousea trick to the game

Waiting upon your turn so when will you learn

Ain't no turns given niggaz 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 ni**a meaning buy yo' own d**e

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 niggaz 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 flossWent from a

Young ni**a living residential to a

Young ni**a working presidential

Ooh p**sy war Step up

Can you know I'm serving up blood claat

Ooh we take game we won

Any by now all you haffa forget fi we won

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

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 hell and everybody dies

What about these niggaz I despise them loud talking cowards

Shootin guns into crowds jeopardizing lives

Shoot em right between them niggaz eyes it's time to realize

Follow the rules or follow them fools that die

Everybody's trying to make the news niggaz confused

If you choose to apply yourself go with the grain

And come the riches and the b**ches and the fame

True them we a drive pretty car

Wanna no part of any ting