Ice Cube - Game Over - DrDre lyrics

Man, what's up with these n***as out here Mad at us cause we on top I love to see n***as gettin' money Better get it while the gettin' is good Get it while you can, man And stop hatin' me, f**in' with my sh** cause I got more hustle than you Get yours, get yours baby I'm seeing millions, n***as 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 Henne and Tanqueray Stay in the mix like Alezay V.I.P., my sh** parked valet On the prowl again to get hunnies familiar with the smile again Some try to a**ault 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, sh** platinum before the sessions over Rap master with the Houston heat holder These players best to get they sh** in check Cause when I get my hustle on ain't no playin' with a full deck [Chorus: x2] Lord please, murder 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 n***as, carry they gats Super fist fightin' sh** might come down to dyin' When the time comes down for the tryin' I got nine Reasons why n***as 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 d**h 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) 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 players do Talkin' sh** is real things that the haters do I'm namin' you sh**'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 sky's 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 k**a failed to launch his attack (the game is over) [Chorus]