[Chorus: Rich] The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya Lesson by lesson, (so many questions) The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya Lesson by lesson, (so many questions) The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya Lesson by lesson, (so many questions) The only way that I can bring it to ya is to school ya Lesson by lesson, (so many questions)
[Rich] Way hate me, or should I say hate on me Why do brothers bump they gums and debate on me Why when I ride by and don't stop You feel I disrespected your block
[Knumskull] If you had a top-notch lezbo, straight from Peanuts Sexin, tell me would you hit it without protection, uh uh Let's make it harder, what if she had a friend Both down for nut huggin, off the Hen, would you spend
[Yukmouth] Chips, what if I come off the hoe with six-six Will I get back in the mix, drop some grip, or just quit What if O.J. verdict was different thing Would we swing, start lootin and shootin with Rodney King
[Rich] If it was a fifth, would you share it with ya folks So we could ride out and get smoked I wonder if I dropped a hundred dollars would you give it back (no) I wonder if we cool like that (hell no)
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[Knumskull] You got three cute flees, one fine, one got a job, one with patience What would you dick for a long term relation Money is the thing, fine ones can start hatin I'm broke so I need one with patience
[Yukmouth] If I was hella dirty, look like Mr. Furley, With lint up in my curly hair Would you groupie-ass girlies stare What if I didn't have a car to skee-skirt in Would you still be flirtin or would it be curtains
[Rich] If you got your teeth knocked out, would you refreak the old ones Or rush to the dentist for some gold ones If you had forty dollars, and a hooker wanted thirty Could we catch you out in Vegas doin dirty
[Knumskull] If you got one gritty and five niggas Would you speak on the choo-choo shit to make the situation bigger She'll do it, but now she on some new shit You gotta go down town, enjoy the fluid
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[Yukmouth] How many blunts must I take to the face to be straight, forty If I don't got five on the eighth would you fake or, smoke it Get loaded or hold it like a buster to get cluster Should I be rollin with big hustlers
[Knumskull] Would I take one and a heisteses Wanna bubble, but you can't keep up with the priceses
[Rich] And then I ask you, what if I sold a million plus Should I renegotiate with that nigga Russ
(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 tryin to make a livin These busta tricks don't want no mail They spendin they riches on skanless bail who'll stay petrified in jail It's hell, plus all the dealers want a meal ticket Jealous-ass, 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, 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, I ain't no joke Fuck what they say and get your dough (Game's been good to me) Heavy in the game
(Lady Levi) Who da bumba claat him a come try take mine? Oooh, me see you rushin up (Game's been good to me) 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? (I don't care what it did to them The game's been good to me) Oh! Dat's right
Verse Two: Richie Rich
Well lemme shoot some of this how heavy type of stuff.. Certain wanna stick to the game, yousea trick to the game Waitin upon your turn, so when will you learn? Ain't no turns given, be twistin and takin it 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, meanin buy yo' own dope Cause that front is punk, somethin I never funked with Be true to this game and this game will be true to you That's real; disrespect, see what this here do to you That jackin and robbin, despisin your homie ain't healthy, 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 gangsta livin residential to a, young gangsta workin presidential (Game's been good to me)
(Lady Levi) Me boy Tu-pac ALWAYS look good You know that's true 'im look good every time Ooh, war? Step up (Game's been good to me) Can yi know I'm servin up blood claat playin yi games Ooh, we take game, we WON (I don't care what it did to them The game's been good to me) 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 people I despise -- them loud talkin cowards shootin guns into crowds, jeapordizin lives Shoot em right between them thugz eyes, it's time to realize follow the rules or follow them fools that die Everybody's tryin to make the news, people 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 girls and the fame Heavy in the game (Game's been good to me)
(Lady Levi) Boy, ya nah bitch! Major that's true we look good everytime when we at Beers Diamond and Tupac drives vintage car (Game's been good to me) And fi dem frame dem look good, oh no? This whole world ya call on gonna mass on a face (I don't care what it did to them The game's been good to me) 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
