Loyal To The Game
2Pac Lyrics


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Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
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Now I've got task on a nigga's ass, tell me, will they blast me?
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now it's gettin' crazy after dark
These narcs be like tryna shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I've been movin' these thangs since the days of elementary
Now tell me what you need when you see me
I'm stackin' G's, buyin' all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killers on my payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga, lay low
Although I'm young, I'm still comin' up
I'm gettin' paid, pullin' razors on niggas when they runnin' up
The first to pull a strap when there's drama
Busta, you ain't heard?
I've been slicin' motherfuckers since I lost my momma
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cocky and they don't quit until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Without no doubt, I ain't no slouch and it ain't time to back out
So I jumps in, they try to stop-a and watch-a
Slap you cock-eyed like Popeye, fuck spinach
Forgotten more shit than most crews ever know, or ever knew
Was born with seven flows and only Heaven knew
Repeat the boot sex, the news break, the used checks, uh
Worse, they heard we got more nerve than a toothache
Yoo-hoo to you crew and, uh, you too so you knew
I'm from Jersey and all my team's on your block more than you do
Who's the new crew?
Show me your neck, brother, and here's another
Smack your mother's mamma's mother
The first mom of all those other crack lovers
Backwards bitch-ass, trick ass, cluk-clow-cluk-clow
How ya like me then? How ya like me? Hey-ho, how ya like me now?
Ow, pow, hurt, don't it? Bow, bow, don't run up on it
The same thing minus green, hangin' posses like an exponent
Oh yes, rock in slums, ya gots to run it
It makes no sense to smell like shit
If old ass George could be washing tons

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Now I be loyal to my niggas on the block, just buckin' the shots
And packin' the Glocks, and dodgin' the cops, and takin' over niggas' spots
Poppin' after poppin', the fools be droppin', the hoes be hoppin'
On my thing 'cause it hangs like the nets from Above the Rim
You lookin' grim, is it me or him?
But him'll be with me, we be together, so what's up? We can do whatever
'Cause real niggas stick together 'til they make it up to Heaven
Through the streets, through the hell, through the 1-8-7
The shorter the nigga, the bigger the trigger
The deeper they dig the ditch-a
The Naughty to Treach, the 2 to the Pac
I brings the Glock, I wets up your fuckin' body
I'm like, "Oh my God-y, did I really shoot him?"
Yo, I shot him, so I got him, now I puts the crime behind me
And finds me, a place to lays my head low
I lives doing my rap, but I dies for me hood, bro
So all you fuckin' fools best to recognize and know my fuckin' name
I be Riddler to my niggas and I'm loyal to the game

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah




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Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of 2Pac's "Loyal to the Game" are a reflection of the rapper's life experiences and the struggles he and his posse faced while growing up on the streets. Throughout the song, Tupac shares his thoughts on the dangers of the gang lifestyle and the paranoia that comes with it. He recognizes that the world is a dangerous place and that violence is a way of life for many of his peers.


The first verse talks about Tupac's paranoia about being caught by the police, which is a common sentiment among gang members. His fears are exacerbated by the fact that he has been in the game since he was a child. Tupac also boasts about his riches and the fact that he has hired killers on his payroll. The 2nd verse describes the rapper's loyalty to his block and his brothers in the game. He talks about how gangs will band together and take over each other's territories. He also emphasizes the importance of being loyal to his friends until the end.


Overall, the lyrics of "Loyal to the Game" provide insight into the life of Tupac and his gang lifestyle. It's a ruthless, dangerous existence that is fueled by paranoia, violence, and a deep sense of loyalty.


Line by Line Meaning

Now I've got task on a nigga's ass, tell me, will they blast me?
I have a problem with someone, will they retaliate against me?


I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
I come up with a fake name just in case corrupt police officers question me


Now it's gettin' crazy after dark
Things are becoming hectic and dangerous at night


These narcs be like tryna shut me down but I'm too smart
Undercover police officers are trying to stop my criminal activities, but I am too clever for them


Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
Imagine me, someone who is not afraid to commit crimes, being scared of going to jail


I've been movin' these thangs since the days of elementary
I have been involved in illegal activities since I was a child


Now tell me what you need when you see me
What do you want from me when you see me?


I'm stackin' G's, buyin' all the things on TV, believe me
I am making lots of money and buying everything I want


I got some killers on my payroll, and they know
I pay people to commit murder for me, and they understand their duty


When it's time to handle business, nigga, lay low
When we need to take care of something, stay hidden and be patient


Although I'm young, I'm still comin' up
Even though I am young, I am still rising in the criminal world


I'm gettin' paid, pullin' razors on niggas when they runnin' up
I am making money and carrying weapons to defend myself when people try to attack me


The first to pull a strap when there's drama
I am the first to pull out a gun when there is trouble


Busta, you ain't heard?
Hey, haven't you heard?


I've been slicin' motherfuckers since I lost my momma
I have been attacking and harming people since my mother passed away


There ain't a cop that can stop me
No police officer can prevent me from doing what I want


My posse is cocky and they don't quit until they drop me
My crew is confident and persistent, and they will not give up until I am dead


I'm loyal to the game
I am dedicated to the criminal lifestyle


Without no doubt, I ain't no slouch and it ain't time to back out
Without question, I am not lazy and it is not time to retreat


So I jumps in, they try to stop-a and watch-a
I take action, and they try to stop and observe


Slap you cock-eyed like Popeye, fuck spinach
I will hit you so hard that you will be cross-eyed, and it won't matter if you have strength like Popeye's spinach


Forgotten more shit than most crews ever know, or ever knew
I know more about the criminal underworld than most groups ever have or will


Was born with seven flows and only Heaven knew
I was born with unique talents that only God knew about


Repeat the boot sex, the news break, the used checks, uh
I repeat the process of making money through illegal means, like prostitution, selling drugs, and cashing forged checks


Worse, they heard we got more nerve than a toothache
People are afraid of us because we have more courage and are more persistent than the pain of a toothache


Yoo-hoo to you crew and, uh, you too so you knew
Hey, I am calling out to your group, and you knew that would happen


I'm from Jersey and all my team's on your block more than you do
I am from New Jersey, and my crew is more present on your block than you are


Who's the new crew?
Who is the new group or gang? Who is challenging us?


Show me your neck, brother, and here's another
Reveal yourself to me, and I will attack you


Smack your mother's mamma's mother
I will harm multiple generations of your family


The first mom of all those other crack lovers
The first mother of all the people who are addicted to crack


Backwards bitch-ass, trick ass, cluk-clow-cluk-clow
You are a foolish and cowardly person, a trickster who makes meaningless noises


How ya like me then? How ya like me? Hey-ho, how ya like me now?
What do you think of me now? Look at me and see how powerful I am


Ow, pow, hurt, don't it? Bow, bow, don't run up on it
Ouch, does it hurt? Don't try to attack me


The same thing minus green, hangin' posses like an exponent
The criminal lifestyle is the same, whether you have money or not. Hanging out with my crew is like multiplying it exponentially


Oh yes, rock in slums, ya gots to run it
I am succeeding in the impoverished neighborhoods, and must continue to run things there


It makes no sense to smell like shit
There is no reason to have a bad reputation or have the aura of someone who is in trouble


If old ass George could be washing tons
If someone as old as George Washington could accomplish so much, then I can too


Now I be loyal to my niggas on the block, just buckin' the shots
I am dedicated to my crew on the streets, shooting back when necessary


And packin' the Glocks, and dodgin' the cops, and takin' over niggas' spots
I carry guns, avoid the police, and take control of other people's territory


Poppin' after poppin', the fools be droppin', the hoes be hoppin'
I continue to shoot people, they are dying, and women are attracted to me


On my thing 'cause it hangs like the nets from Above the Rim
Women are attracted to me because I have a large penis, like basketball nets in the movie Above the Rim


You lookin' grim, is it me or him?
You look worried, is it because of me or someone else?


But him'll be with me, we be together, so what's up? We can do whatever
My friend will be with me, so what's the problem? We can do whatever we want


'Cause real niggas stick together 'til they make it up to Heaven
True gangsters and friends support each other until they die and go to heaven


Through the streets, through the hell, through the 1-8-7
Through the dangerous streets and tough times, including murder


The shorter the nigga, the bigger the trigger
Shorter people tend to have a larger and more deadly gun


The deeper they dig the ditch-a
The more someone tries to harm me, the deeper their own grave will be


The Naughty to Treach, the 2 to the Pac
Referring to the hip-hop groups Naughty by Nature, Lords of the Underground, and 2pac


I brings the Glock, I wets up your fuckin' body
I have a gun, and I will shoot you repeatedly


I'm like, "Oh my God-y, did I really shoot him?"
I am in shock at what I just did- did I really shoot him?


Yo, I shot him, so I got him, now I puts the crime behind me
I shot him, so now I got him. I will move on from this crime


And finds me, a place to lays my head low
I will find a place to hide and avoid the police


I lives doing my rap, but I dies for me hood, bro
I enjoy rapping, but I am willing to die for my criminal neighborhood


So all you fuckin' fools best to recognize and know my fuckin' name
Everyone should acknowledge and remember my name, or they will regret it


I be Riddler to my niggas and I'm loyal to the game
I am mysterious and enigmatic to my friends, but I am dedicated to the criminal lifestyle




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Larry Blackmon, Keir Lamont Gist, Anthony Lockett, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Chris Webber

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Comments from YouTube:

@gpeepssat

DJ Quik should of produced this whole album.

@el90skid32

gpeepssat that would of been sick. If anything he knew 2 pac’s style of rap pretty good, he was around him. This sound is exactly what 2 pac would of want, Quick knows watsup, stays humble.

@georgedochstader6691

Yeah them eminem beats was ASS

@MrDoom996

This is the only good song on the album. Eminem fucked it up so much.

@peggypollack697

Those bears we're all typical Tupac beats...that's y...em stayed true to pacs style

@gpeepssat

@@peggypollack697 ems beats was definitely not on que with 2pac"s style

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@tedscott3294

Dj quicks verse was amazing. His flow, and lyrics are hands down one of the dopest verses I've even heard.

@calebsullivan988

Quiks verse is one of the best I've ever heard

@kennethmullenix

I believe Em wrote his verse,DJ Quick nice but the cadence oozed Slim shady

@keldorthebluemack

@Kenneth Mullenix You crazy Quik wrote and killed this shit on his own.He might've mirrored Em's style a little as a compliment just like Biggie did Bones style but Quik don't have ghost writers.He murdered that song Buck Bounce too he was featured on with Eightball & MJG were he was rapping fast and I know fa sho he wrote that shit.Thats why Quik is underrated as a rapper as he is a producer

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