Lyrics:

[Featuring Richie Rich] 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 wil