Game Over

Man, whats 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]
Im 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 niggazshouldnt step in my face with the nonsense, cause
Im 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] (Ive 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
Im namin you shits thick, its time to run for shelter
I kept the word, things could happen to marks like it was helter skelter
Dear diary,
Im 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 Im 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]