Man what's up with these n***az out here
Mad at us cause we on top
I love to see n***az gettin money
Better get it while the gettin is good
Get it while you can man
And stop hatin me f**kin with my s**t cuz I got more hustle than you
Get yours get yours baby
Verse One:Dr Dre
I'm seeing millions n***az 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 s**t parked valet
On the prowl again to get honies 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 s**t platinum before the sessions over
Rap master with the Houston heat holder
These playas best to get they s**t in check
Cuz when I get my hustle on ain't 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 ain't quite ready to leave
No
Verse Two:Scarface
Buck the whole world
Meant that gotta stay strapped
Cuz 99 9 a n***az carry they gats
Super fist fightin s**t might come down to dyin
When the time comes down for the tryin I got nine
Reasons why n***az 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 thatll 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
I've got all my life to live plus with all my love to give
Verse Three:Dr Dre/Scarface
Smokin w**d 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**t is real things that the hatas do
I'm namin you
S**t'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
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