Scarface, Too $hort, Ice Cube, Dr. Dre - Games 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 cuz I
Got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours baby

I'm seeing millions, niggas don't 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
VIP, my shit parked valet
On the prowl again to get honies
Familiar with the smile again
Some try to assault Dre, it's 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 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
Cuz I ain't quite ready to leave (No)

Buck the whole world
Meant that, gotta stay strapped
Cuz 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
Thatll 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)

(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 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)