Game Over

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, niggaz 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 shit parked valet
 On the prowl again to get honies 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 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
 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)
 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 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 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
 'Cuz 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
 'Cuz 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 skys institute, the silent horns playin'
 I'm 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)
 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)
 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)