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 mo´ 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 parley,
Sip Henney and Tanqueray. Stay in the mix like Alazay.
VIP - My shit parked vallet. On the prowler gettin´
To get honeys familiar with the smile again.
Some try to assault Dre, it is still cavvy.
I´m eatin´ steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality.
I´m givin livin´ defenition. Long as my hearts 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 60".
I push her over - shit platinum before the session´s over.
Rap Master with the Houston Heatholder.
These playahz best to get they shit in shack,
´Cause when I get my hustle on ain´t no playin´ with a fool jack...

[Refrain] :
Lord, please burn ´em - 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 burn ´em - 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...

Fuck the whole world - meant that.
Gotta stay strapped ´cause 99.9 of niggas carry they gats
To a fistfight and shit might come down to death.
When the time comes down for the tryin´ I got 9 reasons
Why a nigga shouldn´t step in my face with the nonsense,
´Cause I´m always heated and you can taste this.
Haul a lil´ somethin´ out from the scenes of my trousers.
With no hesitation I got a team to come clown ya, I´ll down ya.
So let yo people know what they face with the type of individual
That´ll bomb a cell-station.
Kaboom! And everybody dies outside.
It ain´t no escaping The Reaper, so don´t try.
Go ahead, close your eyes. Who is the next to step?
Face down, hit, leanin´ on the steps of it.
Now check yo´self. You just been invaded by true soldiers.
December 31st ´96, The Game is over...

[Refrain]

I´ve got all my life to live,
Plus with all my love to give...
Smokin´ weed, I never trail, I lead.
Spendin´ dough, trick the cost of a ride like it was pocketmoney, G.
But these are the things real playahz do.
Talkin´ shit is real things that the haters do.
I´m naming you!
Shit stink, it´s time to run for shelter.
I give the word things could happen to marks, like it was Helter Skelter.

Dear diary, I´ve runnin´ out of pages.
Fadin´ in and out takin´ purple hazes.
The Day is this, revelations in the last stages.
Red skies listen to the silent horn´s flavor.
I´m bringin´ with tears in my eyes
´Cause I´m tryin´ to make it into eternal peace without dyin´.
But they eye in my bankaccount with beams on my Rover.
The killer-fielder launches attack, The Game is over...

[Refrain]