Tytuł: Games Over

• Wykonawca: Scarface
• Wyświetleń: 233

[Intro: Too $hort]
  
  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
  
  [Verse One: Dr. Dre]
  
  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
  
  [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 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]
  
  (I've 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 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 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]