Heavy In The Game Chords by 2Pac, Richie Rich

Tempo:
91.5 bpm
Chords used:

Dm

G

Gm

Bb

A

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Dm] [G] [Dm] I'm not a game.
[A] I'm not [Gm] a game.
[Dm] I don't play in the [C] game.
I just [Gm] make money, [Dm] dollars, every time.
[G] I
[Dm] [Gm] [Dm]
just make money, [Bb] dollars, every [Dm] time.
24-7 money's my mission, just a nigga tryin' to make a living.
These buster chicks don't want no mail.
They spendin' their riches on scantless bitches, must they petrified of them?
It's hell, plus all the [Gm] dealers want a [A] meal ticket.
[Dm] Realist ass bitches, play a [G] hittin' but we still kick it.
I [Dm] always keep my eyes on the prize, watch the police.
There's [Bb] so much murder, neighborhoods [G] gettin' no sleep.
[Dm] But still, I get my [G] money on major.
Continuously, communicate through my pager.
[Dm] It's gnomey, don't have no woman since they jealous.
I'll eat some solo, cause when I'm broke I got no time for the fellas.
Listen, ain't nothin' poppin' bout no broke nigga, ain't no joke.
Pump what they say and get your dough, nigga, it's in the game.
[Gm] All the bumble cut [Dm] in my pump, try to take mine.
Oh, I'm serious, you know.
I know I'm flood [Bb] clap here in the game.
[Dm] Oh, [G] all the bumble cut, you all take the same.
Why you try [Dm] to sing for joke?
[Bb] [Dm] Oh, that's right.
[G] Game's been [Dm] good to me.
[Gm] Well, let me [Dm] shoot some of this old heavy type of shit.
[G] Certain [Dm] niggas wanna stick to the game, use a trick to the game.
Waitin' upon your [G] terms, son, what will you [Dm] learn?
Ain't no terms, givin' niggas be twistin' and takin' [Gm] shit.
Puttin' they [Dm] sack down, then puttin' they [G] mac down.
[Dm] Me, myself, I hustle with [G] finesse, yes, I'm an [Dm] Oakland baller.
Rule number one, check game.
If I show you, gon' respect game.
Be your own nigga, meanin' buy your own world.
Cause that [Bb] front shit is punk shit, somethin' I never funked with.
Be true to this [Am] game, and this game will be [Dm] true to you.
That's real shit, disrespect.
See what this'll do to you.
That jackin' and [Bb] robbin', [Dm] despisin' your homie, ain't [G] healthy.
Niggas be in an up-down, flow to get [Dm] wealthy.
But not me, though, I'm [Bb] throwin' somethin' [Dm] major.
So what I reap is quotes.
That's why my public [Gm] status is false.
Went from a young nigga livin' [A] residential, [Dm] to a young [G] nigga workin' residential.
[Dm] Me niggas do my all, yes, look good.
The effects show him look good every time.
Oh, pussy walk, step out, how you know?
I'm sayin' with a blood clot, be in a fuckin' game.
Oh, what time we were warnin'?
I don't care what it takes to dance.
You never know.
Oh, what I forget, we were [G] warnin'. Every time.
[Dm]
I'm just a young black man.
Cursin' since my birth, had to turn to crack sales.
At [Gm] worst come the [Dm] worst, headed for the back.
[Gm] Jails or [A] maybe a [Dm] search, my only way to stack, man.
It's all they doin' for me, my decisions do or [Bb] die.
Been hustlin' since [Dm] junior high.
No time for askin' why, gettin' high, gettin' mine.
Put away my [Gm] nine, cause these [Dm] times call for four, five shells.
Cause [G] life is hell and everybody [Dm] dies.
What about these niggas I despise?
Them loud talkin' cowards shootin' guns in the crowd.
Tempidizin' lives, shootin' right between them niggas' eyes.
It's time to realize, follow the [G] rules or follow them fools.
[Dm] We'll die, everybody's tryin' to make the news.
It's confused, quit tryin' to be an OG and pay your dues.
If you choose to apply yourself, [A] go with the [Bb] grain.
Here come the riches and the bitches and the fame.
It's heavy in the [Dm] game.
It's just us, we look good every time.
When we up here, diamond.
And two fat [G] guys, Prince [Dm] of Gar.
And fame [C] frame, them look good.
[Bb] You know?
It's for all the pan and the [G] mass who don't feel.
[Dm] Cause we're sexy, [Bb] no more [Dm] ass clout.
We're all.
[Gm] No shit.
[Dm] [G]
[Dm] Enough of them wantin' come test you.
You know?
So them see we have a pretty child.
Go on your party and sing and sing and you want come drown and come.
But you see we, you know, you have to show me maximum respect.
We in the blood, like ramp, when the pussy walk.
We look good every time.
Enough dollars, dollars.
You know about dollars, them, right?
Cause we not talkin' no shit.
The work, the work.
Cause we have to accent.
Cause action, action [Gm] speak [Dm] louder than words.
You know the record.
Blunt Blunt Blunt.
All.
[Gm] [Dm] [Gm] [Dm] [Gm] [Dm]
[Gm] [Dm] [G]
[Dm] [G]
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To learn 2Pac, Richie Rich - Heavy In The Game chords, these are the chords to practise in sequence: Gm, Dm, Gm, Dm, G, Dm, Bb and Dm. Set your pace at 45 BPM initially and then sync up with the song's BPM of 92. Adapt the capo setting considering your vocal range, with reference to the key: D Minor.

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[Dm] _ _ [G] _ _ [Dm] _ _ I'm not a game.
[A] I'm not [Gm] a game.
[Dm] I don't play in the [C] game.
I just [Gm] make money, [Dm] dollars, every time.
[G] I _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
just make money, [Bb] dollars, every [Dm] time.
24-7 money's my mission, just a nigga tryin' to make a living.
These buster chicks don't want no mail.
They spendin' their riches on scantless bitches, must they petrified of them?
It's hell, plus all the [Gm] dealers want a [A] meal ticket.
[Dm] Realist ass bitches, play a [G] hittin' but we still kick it.
I [Dm] always keep my eyes on the prize, watch the police.
There's [Bb] so much murder, neighborhoods [G] gettin' no sleep.
[Dm] But still, I get my [G] money on major.
Continuously, communicate through my pager.
[Dm] It's gnomey, don't have no woman since they jealous.
I'll eat some solo, cause when I'm broke I got no time for the fellas.
Listen, ain't nothin' poppin' bout no broke nigga, ain't no joke.
Pump what they say and get your dough, nigga, it's in the game.
[Gm] All the bumble cut [Dm] in my pump, try to take mine.
Oh, I'm serious, you know.
I know I'm flood [Bb] clap here in the game.
[Dm] Oh, [G] all the bumble cut, you all take the same.
Why you try [Dm] to sing for joke?
[Bb] [Dm] Oh, that's right.
[G] Game's been [Dm] good to me.
[Gm] Well, let me [Dm] shoot some of this old heavy type of shit.
[G] Certain [Dm] niggas wanna stick to the game, use a trick to the game.
Waitin' upon your [G] terms, son, what will you [Dm] learn?
Ain't no terms, givin' niggas be twistin' and takin' [Gm] shit.
Puttin' they [Dm] sack down, then puttin' they [G] mac down.
[Dm] Me, myself, I hustle with [G] finesse, yes, I'm an [Dm] Oakland baller.
Rule number one, check game.
If I show you, gon' respect game.
Be your own nigga, meanin' buy your own world.
Cause that [Bb] front shit is punk shit, somethin' I never funked with.
Be true to this [Am] game, and this game will be [Dm] true to you.
That's real shit, disrespect.
See what this'll do to you.
That jackin' and [Bb] robbin', [Dm] despisin' your homie, ain't [G] healthy.
Niggas be in an up-down, flow to get [Dm] wealthy.
But not me, though, I'm [Bb] throwin' somethin' [Dm] major.
So what I reap is quotes.
That's why my public [Gm] status is false.
Went from a young nigga livin' [A] residential, [Dm] to a young [G] nigga workin' residential.
[Dm] Me niggas do my all, yes, look good.
The effects show him look good every time.
Oh, pussy walk, step out, how you know?
I'm sayin' with a blood clot, be in a fuckin' game.
Oh, what time we were warnin'?
I don't care what it takes to dance.
You never know.
_ _ Oh, what I forget, we were [G] warnin'. Every time.
_ [Dm]
I'm just a young black man.
Cursin' since my birth, had to turn to crack sales.
At [Gm] worst come the [Dm] worst, headed for the back.
[Gm] Jails or [A] maybe a [Dm] search, my only way to stack, man.
It's all they doin' for me, my decisions do or [Bb] die.
Been hustlin' since [Dm] junior high.
No time for askin' why, gettin' high, gettin' mine.
Put away my [Gm] nine, cause these [Dm] times call for four, five shells.
Cause [G] life is hell and everybody [Dm] dies.
What about these niggas I despise?
Them loud talkin' cowards shootin' guns in the crowd.
Tempidizin' lives, shootin' right between them niggas' eyes.
It's time to realize, follow the [G] rules or follow them fools.
[Dm] We'll die, everybody's tryin' to make the news.
It's confused, quit tryin' to be an OG and pay your dues.
If you choose to apply yourself, [A] go with the [Bb] grain.
Here come the riches and the bitches and the fame.
It's heavy in the [Dm] game.
It's just us, we look good every time.
When we up here, diamond.
And two fat [G] guys, Prince [Dm] of Gar.
And fame [C] frame, them look good.
[Bb] You know?
It's for all the pan and the [G] mass who don't feel.
[Dm] Cause we're sexy, [Bb] no more [Dm] ass clout.
We're all. _
_ [Gm] No shit.
_ [Dm] _ [G] _ _
[Dm] Enough of them wantin' come test you.
You know?
So them see we have a pretty child.
Go on your party and sing and sing and you want come drown and come.
But you see we, you know, you have to show me maximum respect.
We in the blood, like ramp, when the pussy walk.
We look good every time.
Enough dollars, dollars.
You know about dollars, them, right?
Cause we not talkin' no shit.
The work, the work.
Cause we have to accent.
Cause action, action [Gm] speak [Dm] louder than words.
You know the record.
Blunt Blunt Blunt.
All.
[Gm] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [Gm] _ [Dm] _ _ _ [Gm] _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ [Dm] _ [G] _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _

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