Game Over

I'm seein' millions, niggas don't understand, know what?
I'm makin' moves, puttin' cash behind plans to blow up

Willie 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 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'm givin' livin' definition
Long as my heart's tickin' I fought and make the world listen
Whatever flop Dr. Dre invented
Turn on the box and let my son watch
These studio clowns on sixty inches
I push a Rover, shit platinum before the session's over
Rap master with the Houston heat holder
These players best to get they shit in check
'Cause when I get my hustle on, ain't no playin' with a full deck

Lord please, murder my enemies
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, murder my enemies
Burn 'em at a thousand degrees
And Lord please let me make mo' cheese
'Cause I ain't quite ready to leave, no

The whole world meant that, gotta stay strapped
'Cause 99.9 of niggas carry they gats
To a fistfightin' nigga might come down to dyin'
So 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
Oily little somethin' out the seams of my trousers
With no hesitation I got a team to come clown ya
I down ya, so let your people know what they faced with
The type of individual that'll bomb a sub station

Kaboom, and everybody dies outside
It ain't no escapin' the reaper, so don't try
Go ahead and close your eyes, who the next to step?
Face down, hit, bleedin' on the steps of death

Check yourself, you just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, '96 (The game is over)

Lord please, murder my enemies
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, murder my enemies
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
Smoke a nigga that never trail our lead
Spendin' dough, trick the cost of a ride like it was pocket money Gs
But these are the things real players do
Talkin' shit is real things that the haters do
I'm namin' you, shit's thick, it's time to run for shelter
I give the word, things can happen to marks like it was Helter Skelter

Dear diary, I'm runnin' out of pages
Fadin', in and out, takin' purple hazes
The days is, revelations in the last stages
Red skies, listen to the silent horns blazin'
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 killer failed to launch his attack (The game is over)

Lord please, murder my enemies
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, murder my enemies
Burn 'em at a thousand degrees
And Lord please let me make mo' cheese
'Cause I ain't quite ready to leave, no