Game Over Feat Ice Cube And Scar - Dr. Dre
Man what's up with these n**gaz out here
Mad at us 'cause we on top
I love to see n**gaz gettin' money
Better get it while the gettin' is good
Get it while you can man
And stop hatin' me f**kin' with my sh*t ''cuz I
Got more hustle than you
Get yours get yours baby
I'm seeing millions n**gaz don't understand
Know what I'm makin' moves puttin' cash behind plans
To blow up will he style like this
Everyday I parlay sip henne and tanqueray
Stay in the mix like alezay
V I P my sh*t parked valet
On the prowl again to get honies familiar with the
Smile again
Some try to assault dre it's still cavi
I'm eatin' steak while they struggle to break the slave
Mentality
I givin' livin' definition long as my hearts tickin'
I fought and made the world listen
Whatever fly dr dre invented
Turn on the box and let my son watch these
Studio clowns on 60 inches
I push a rover sh*t platinum before the sessions over
Rap master with the houston heat holder
These playas best to get they sh*t in check
'Cuz when I get my hustle on ain't no playin'
With a full
Lord please murda my enemies yeah
Burn 'em at a thousand degrees
And lord please let me make mo cheese
'Cuz I ain't quite ready to leave no
Lord please murda my enemies yeah
Burn 'em at a thousand degrees
And lord please let me make mo cheese
'Cuz I ain't quite ready to leave no
Buck the whole world
Meant that gotta stay strapped
'Cuz 999 a n**gaz carry they gats
Super fist fightin' sh*t might come down to dyin'
When the time comes down for the tryin' I got
Nine
Reasons why n**gaz shouldn't step in my face
With the nonsense 'cause I'm always heated and you can
Taste this
Audi little something out the seams a my trousers
With no hesitation I got a team to come clown
Ya
I down ya so let your people know what they
Face with the type of individual that'll bomb a sub station
Kaboom and everybody dies outside
There ain't no escapin' the reaper so don't try
Go ahead close ya eyes who the next to step
Face down hit bleedin' on the steps a death
Check yo self you just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st 96 the game is over
Lord please murda my enemies yeah
Burn 'em at a thousand degrees
And lord please let me make mo cheese
'Cuz I ain't quite ready to leave no
Lord please murda my enemies yeah
Burn 'em at a thousand degrees
And lord please let me make mo cheese
'Cuz I ain't quite ready to leave no
I've got all my life to live plus with all
My love to give
Smokin' ** I never trail I lead
Spendin' dough tripped the cost of a ride like it
Was pocket money gs
But these are the things real playas do
Talkin' sh*t is real things that the hatas do
I'm namin' you
Sh*t's thick it's time to run for shelter
I kept the word things could happen to marks like
It was helter skelter
Dear diary I'm runnin' outta pages
Fadin' in and out takin' purple hazes
The dazes revelations in the last stages
Red skys institute the silent horns playin'
I'm prayin' with tears in my eyes
'Cuz I'm tryin' to make it into eternal peace without
Dyin'
But they eyein' my bank account with beams on my
Rover
The killa failed to launch his attack the game is
Over lord please murda my enemies yeah
Burn 'em at a thousand degrees
And lord please let me make mo cheese
'Cuz I ain't quite ready to leave no
Lord please murda my enemies yeah
Burn 'em at a thousand degrees
And lord please let me make mo cheese
'Cuz I ain't quite ready to leave no
