Game Over

Man, what's up with these niggaz out here

Mad at us cause we on top

I love to see niggaz gettin money

Better get it while the gettin is good

Get it while you can, man

And stop hatin me, fuckin with my shit cuz

I got more hustle than you

Get yours, get yours baby [Verse One: Dr. Dre]

I'm seeing millions, niggaz dont understand know what?

Im 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 shit parked valet on the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile again some try to assault

Dre, its still cavi

Im 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, shit platinum before the sessions over rap master with the

Houston heat holder these playas best to get they shit in check cuz when

I get my hustle on aint no playin with a full deck [Chorus: Ice Cube]

Lord please, murda my enemies (Yeah)

Burn em at a thousand degrees

And lord please let me make mo cheese

Cuz I aint quite ready to leave (No) [repeat 2X] [Verse Two: Scarface]

Buck the whole world meant that, gotta stay strapped cuz 99.9 a niggaz, carry they gats

Super fist fightin shit might come down to dyin

When the time comes down for the tryin

I got nine reasons why niggaz shouldnt 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 thatll bomb a sub-station

Kaboom! and everybody dies outside there aint no escapin the

Reaper so dont 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) [Chorus] (I've got all my life to live, plus with all my love to give) [Verse Three: Dr. Dre, Scarface ]

Smokin weed

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 shit is real things that the hatas do

I'm namin you shit's thick, its 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

Im 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) [Chorus]