Scarface, Ice Cube, Too $hort - Game Over lyrics

Man, what's up with these niggas out here
Mad at us 'cause we on top
I love to see niggas gettin' money
Better get it while the gettin' is good
Get it while you can, man
And stop hatin' me
Fuckin' with my shit 'cause I
Got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours baby

I'm seeing millions, niggas 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 Henny and Tanqueray
Stay in the mix like Alizé
VIP, my shit parked valet
On the prowl again to get honeys
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 flop 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
'Cause when I get my hustle on ain't
No playin' with a full deck
Lord please, murda my enemies (yeah)
Burn em at a thousand degrees
And lord please let me make mo cheese
'Cause 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
'Cause I ain't quite ready to leave (No)

Buck the whole world
Meant that, gotta stay strapped
'Cause 999 a niggas, 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 niggas 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
'Cause 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
'Cause I ain't quite ready to leave (No)
(I've got all my life to live
Plus with all my love to give)

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, 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 skies institute, the silent horns playin'
I'm prayin' with tears in my eyes
'Cause 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
'Cause 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
'Cause I ain't quite ready to leave (No)