Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Game Over (Feat. Ice Cube And Dr. Dre) , by - Scarface. Release date: 14.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Game Over (Feat. Ice Cube And 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) |