Game Over (Feat. Ice Cube And Dr. Dre) - Scarface, Ice Cube, Dr. Dre

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

V.I.P., my shit parked valet

On the prowl again to get honeys familiar with the smile again

Some try to assault Dre, its 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, 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 99.9 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, 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 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)