(feat. Eboni Foster, Lady Levi, Richie Rich)    [all parts with Lady Levi speaking are strictly best guess]    [1] [Eboni Foster] Game's been good to me  [2] [Eboni Foster] I don't care what it did to them  The game's been good to me    [Lady Levi]  Oh, you tink life is yours?  Life ain't na somethin you can rap with  Ooh come na ordinary game  Da game na somethin you can rap with  Me's a player you know?  I do not, play in no game  Me just, make money, dollars, everytime seen?    [Verse One: 2Pac]    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 nigga tryin to make a livin  These busta tricks don't want no mail  They spendin they riches on skanless bitches  who'll stay petrified in jail  It's hell, plus all the dealers want a meal ticket  Jealous-ass bitches, playa-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, 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 nothin poppin 'bout no work nigga, I ain't no joke  Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga  Heavy in the game [1]    [Lady Levi]  Who da bumba claat him a come try take mine?  Oooh, me see you rushin up [1]  I throw 'im blood claat P.M. to A.M.  All, all da bumba come ya take dis ting   for ya take dis ting for joke? [2]  Oh! Dat's right    [Verse Two: Richie Rich]    Well lemme shoot some of this how heavy type of shit..  Certain niggaz wanna stick to the game, yousea trick to the game  Waitin upon your turn, so when will you learn?  Ain't no turns given, niggaz 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 fo' sho' you gon' respect game  Be yo' own nigga meanin buy yo' own dope  Cause that front shit is punk shit, somethin 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, despisin your homie  ain't healthy, niggaz 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 [1]    [Lady Levi]  Me nigga Tu-pac ALWAYS look good  You know that's true 'im look good every time  Ooh, pussy war? Step up [1]  Can yi know I'm servin up blood claat  playin yi fuckin games  Ooh, we take game, we WON [2]  Any by now, all, yi haffa forget fi we WON  Everytime    [Verse Three: 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  Made my decisions do or die, been hustlin since junior high  No time for askin 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 talkin cowards   shootin guns into crowds, jeapordizin lives  Shoot em right between them niggaz eyes, it's time to realize  follow the rules or follow them fools that die  Everybody's tryin to make the news, niggaz confused  Quit tryin to be an O.G. and pay your dues  If you choose to apply yourself, go with the grain  and come the riches and the bitches and the fame  Heavy in the game [1]    [Lady Levi]  Boy, ya nah bitch!  Major that's true we look good everytime  when we at Beers Diamond  and Tupac drives vintage car [1]  And fi dem frame dem look good, oh no?  This whole world ya call on  gonna mass on a face [2]  For any, section of bumba ras claat, oh!  Flush it! .. Oh!  Nobody wan come test me y'know  true dem we a drive pretty car  Wanna no part of any ting  and now you wan come drown a gun  But ya see we know, you haffa show 'im MAXIMUM respect  for when a blood claat run or when a pussy walk up  we look good everytime  Nuff dollars, DOLLARS  Y'know about dollars dem 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 da record!  Don't blood claat ting at ALL