Game Over - Drdre Lyrics - Featuring... Ice Cube - Ice Cube

[Intro] 

Man, what's 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 

[Dr. Dre] 

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I'm 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 

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[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) 

[X2] 

[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 niggaz shouldnt 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 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: 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) 

[X2] 

(I've got all my life to live, plus with all my love to give) 

[Dr. Dre] 

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 

[Scarface] 

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 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) 

[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) 

[X2]