Lyrical Breakdown of Heavy In The Game - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Heavy In The Game" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how 2Pac weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Heavy In The Game" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that 2Pac employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to 2Pac's narrative.

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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? 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 (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 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 (Game's been good to me) (Lady Levi) Me nigga Tu-pac ALWAYS look good You know that's true 'im look good every time Ooh, pussy war? Step up (Game's been good to me) Can yi know I'm servin up blood claat Playin yi fuckin 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 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 shells 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 (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