tyrannicalrex said:

Would you care to break down exactly which verse(s) are particular to your life in certain ways and/or metaphors? Or are they exactly as written for you?

The Game- Tupac
Oh, you tink life is yours?
Life ain't no something you can rap with
Ooh come no ordinary game
The game no something you can rap with
Me's a player you know?
I do not, play in no game
Me just, make money, dollars, every time seen?
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 trying to make a living
These buster tricks don't want no mail
They spending they riches on skinless bitches
Who'll stay petrified in jail
It's hell, plus all the dealers want a meal ticket
Jealous-ass bitches, player-hating but we still kick it
Always keep my eyes on the prize, watch the police
Seen so much murder, neighborhoods getting no sleep
But still, I get my money on major, continuously
Communicating through my pager, niggas 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 nothing popping 'bout no work nigga, I ain't no joke
Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga
Heavy in the game (Game's been good to me)
Who the bumba clat him a come try take mine?
Oh, me see you rushin' up (Game's been good to me)
I throw I'm blood claat P.M. to A.M.
All, all the 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
Well lemme shoot some of this how heavy type of shit,
Certain niggas wanna stick to the game, yousea trick to the game
Waiting upon your turn, so when will you learn?
Ain't no turns given, niggas be twisting and taking shit
Putting they sack down, then putting 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 meaning buy yo' own dope
'Cause that front shit is punk shit, something 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 jacking and robbing, despising your homie
Ain't healthy, niggas be ending up dead 'fore they get wealthy
But not me though, I'm sewing something major
So what I reap is boss, that's why my public status is floss
Went from a, young nigga living residential
To a, young nigga working presidential (Game's been good to me)
Me nigga Tu-pac always look good
You know that's true I'm look good every time
Ooh, pussy war? Step up (Game's been good to me)
Can yi know I'm serving up blood claat
Playing yi fucking 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!
Every time
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 doing dirt
Made my decisions do or die, been hustling since junior high
No time for asking why, getting high, getting mine
Put away my nine, cause these times call for four-five sales
'Cause life is hell and everybody dies
What about these niggas I despise, them loud talking cowards
Shooting guns into crowds, jeopardizing lives
Shoot em right between them niggas eyes, it's time to realize
Follow the rules or follow them fools that die
Everybody's trying to make the news, niggas confused
Quit trying 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)
Boy, ya nah bitch!
Major that's true we look good every time
When we at Beers Diamond
And Tupac drives vintage car (Game's been good to me)
And fi them frame them 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 ya know
True them 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 I'm maximum respect
For when a blood clat run or when a pussy walk up
We look good every time
'Nough dollars, dollars!
Ya know about dollars Them 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 the record!
Don't blood claat ting at ALL

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Bill_Oreilly said:

You jelly

Or you're just so socially awkward you won't show yourself on the shroomery. C'mon, let's see that face of yours little guy

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larry.fisherman said:

Bill_Oreilly said:

You jelly

Or you're just so socially awkward you won't show yourself on the shroomery. C'mon, let's see that face of yours little guy

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You're losing it, Bill. I could post another picture, but I fear you'd feel immasculated and I don't want to do that to you

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Bill_Oreilly said:

Oh and sorry, to answer you, yes I will but I need some time to write up what each song mean to me, why, and when in my life.

I know this is going to sound fucking crazy, but my first psych ward I met a dude who ran the psych ward and took me under his wing claiming to be "makeveli" and he literally had the same mannerisms as Tupac, same height, knowledge..etc. now he was probably just a crazed obsessed fan who thought he was really Tupac, but what I went through with him really has me wondering. He would walk around with a Koran and had me open up to a random page and I would start crying because it was as if the book was talking directly to me.

He was hooking up with literally the most beautiful girl I ever laid my eyes on. She worked there. She was sitting on his lap and she would call him makeveli along with everyone else. He came up to me a few days in and told me the girl was really attracted to me and wanted to hook up with me. She wasn't a slut or anything..she was literally beauty personified. I told the dude "nah man, she's yours. She's too good for me" and the next morning he told me that I made her cry when she heard about what I said. He called me the son of God and was so excited telling everyone 'SEE I TOLD YOU ALL..HES THE SON. YOU ALL DIDN'T BELIEVE ME, I KNEW IT THE WHOLE TIME" and I remember him being just so excited because somehow I proved him right with my actions. We had love for eachother. Like brothers. He would tell me weird shit like "we're gonna make a movie! We're making a movie! I promise you! He was on thorazine as well at night, just like Tupac talks about in a few songs.

Either this dude was the real deal or he was the best look-a-like ever.

Man I could go on about that stay in the ward. He greeted me right away and showed me how the ward worked..I was nervous as hell I couldn't make it in there and he brought me through it.

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Bill_Oreilly said:

larry.fisherman said:

Bill_Oreilly said:

You jelly

Or you're just so socially awkward you won't show yourself on the shroomery. C'mon, let's see that face of yours little guy

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You're losing it, Bill. I could post another picture, but I fear you'd feel immasculated and I don't want to do that to you

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You know I don't care at all right? You're just something I do to pass my down time. I think ill drop you now. Carry on.

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Losin it

Bill_Oreilly said:

Oh and sorry, to answer you, yes I will but I need some time to write up what each song mean to me, why, and when in my life.

I know this is going to sound fucking crazy, but my first psych ward I met a dude who ran the psych ward and took me under his wing claiming to be "makeveli" and he literally had the same mannerisms as Tupac, same height, knowledge..etc. now he was probably just a crazed obsessed fan who thought he was really Tupac, but what I went through with him really has me wondering. He would walk around with a Koran and had me open up to a random page and I would start crying because it was as if the book was talking directly to me.

He was hooking up with literally the most beautiful girl I ever laid my eyes on. She worked there. She was sitting on his lap and she would call him makeveli along with everyone else. He came up to me a few days in and told me the girl was really attracted to me and wanted to hook up with me. She wasn't a slut or anything..she was literally beauty personified. I told the dude "nah man, she's yours. She's too good for me" and the next morning he told me that I made her cry when she heard about what I said. He called me the son of God and was so excited telling everyone 'SEE I TOLD YOU ALL..HES THE SON. YOU ALL DIDN'T BELIEVE ME, I KNEW IT THE WHOLE TIME" and I remember him being just so excited because somehow I proved him right with my actions. We had love for eachother. Like brothers. He would tell me weird shit like "we're gonna make a movie! We're making a movie! I promise you! He was on thorazine as well at night, just like Tupac talks about in a few songs.

Either this dude was the real deal or he was the best look-a-like ever.

Man I could go on about that stay in the ward. He greeted me right away and showed me how the ward worked..I was nervous as hell I couldn't make it in there and he brought me through it.

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