*featuring Dr. Dre, Ice Cube, Too $hort
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[Intro: Too $hort]
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Man, what's up with these niggaz out here
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Mad at us cause we on top
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I love to see niggaz gettin money
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Better get it while the gettin is good
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Get it while you can, man
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And stop hatin me, fuckin with my shit cuz I got more hustle than you
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Get yours, get yours baby
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[Verse One: Dr. Dre]
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I'm seeing millions, niggaz dont understand
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know what? Im makin moves, puttin cash behind plans
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to blow up, will he style like this
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everyday I parlay, sip Henne and Tanqueray
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stay in the mix like Alezay
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V.I.P., my shit parked valet
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on the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile again
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some try to assault Dre, its still cavi
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Im eatin steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality
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I givin livin definition long as my hearts tickin
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I fought and made the world listen
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Whatever fly Dr. Dre invented
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turn on the box and let my son watch these studio clowns on 60 inches
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I push a rover, shit platinum before the sessions over
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rap master with the Houston heat holder
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these playas best to get they shit in check
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cuz when I get my hustle on aint no playin with a full deck
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[Chorus: Ice Cube]
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Lord please, murda my enemies (Yeah)
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Burn em at a thousand degrees
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And lord please let me make mo cheese
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Cuz I aint quite ready to leave (No)
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[repeat 2X]
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[Verse Two: Scarface]
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Buck the whole world
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meant that, gotta stay strapped
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cuz 99.9 a niggaz, carry they gats
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Super fist fightin shit might come down to dyin
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When the time comes down for the tryin I got nine
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reasons why niggaz shouldnt step in my face
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with the nonsense, cause I'm always heated and you can taste this
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Audi little something out the seams a my trousers
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with no hesitation I got a team to come clown ya
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I down ya, so let your people know what they face
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with the type of individual thatll bomb a sub-station
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Kaboom! and everybody dies outside
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there aint no escapin the Reaper so dont try
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Go ahead, close ya eyes, who the next to step?
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Face down, hit, bleedin on the steps a death
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Check yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers
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December 31st, 96 (the game is over)
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[Chorus]
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(I've got all my life to live, plus with all my love to give)
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[Verse Three: Dr. Dre, Scarface ]
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Smokin weed I never trail, I lead
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spendin dough, tripped the cost of a ride like it was pocket money, Gs
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but these are the things real playas do
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talkin shit is real things that the hatas do
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I'm namin you
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shit's thick, its time to run for shelter
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I kept the word, things could happen to marks like it was helter skelter
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Dear diary, I'm runnin outta pages
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Fadin, in and out, takin purple hazes
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The dazes, Revelations in the last stages
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Red skys institute, the silent horns playin
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Im prayin with tears in my eyes
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Cuz I'm tryin to make it into eternal peace without dyin
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But they eyein my bank account with beams on my rover
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the killa failed to launch his attack (the game is over)
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[Chorus]
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Games Over
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Scarface |