Scarface Game Over Lyrics

Intro: Too $hort

Man, whats up with these n____z out here
Mad at us cause we on top
I love to see n____z gettin money
Better get it while the gettin is good
Get it while you can, man
And stop hatin me, f___in with my s___ cuz I got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours baby

Verse One: Dr. Dre

Im seeing millions, n____z 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 s___ parked valet
on the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile again
some try to a__ault 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, s___ platinum before the sessions over
rap master with the Houston heat holder
these playas best to get they s___ in check
cuz when I get my hustle on aint no playin with a full deck

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)
[repeat 2X]

Verse Two: Scarface

Buck the whole world
meant that, gotta stay strapped
cuz 99.9 a n____z, carry they gats
Super fist fightin s___ might come down to dyin
When the time comes down for the tryin I got nine
reasons why n____z shouldnt step in my face
with the nonsense, cause Im 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

(Ive got all my life to live, plus with all my love to give)

Verse Three: Dr. Dre, Scarface

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 s___ is real things that the hatas do
Im namin you
s___s thick, its time to run for shelter
I kept the word, things could happen to marks like it was helter skelter

Dear diary, Im 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 Im 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