Lyrics

[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