Game Over
Ice Cube"Game Over" is a song by Ice Cube, released in 1997 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:36 long and contains 75 lines and 604 words.
Lyrics
0:23I'm seeing millions don't understand
0:25Know what I'm makin' moves puttin' cash behind plans
0:27To blow up will he style like this
0:29Everyday I parlay sip Henne and Tanqueray
0:32Stay in the mix like Alezay
0:34VIP my sh*t parked valet
0:36On the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile again
0:39Some try to assault dre its still cavi
0:42I'm eatin' steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality
0:45I givin' livin' definition long as my hearts tickin'
0:48I fought and made the world listen
0:50Whatever fly Dr Dre invented
0:52Turn on the box and let my son watch these studio clowns on 60 inches
0:55I push a rover sh*t platinum before the sessions over
0:58Rap master with the Houston heat holder
1:01These playas best to get they sh*t in check
1:03Cause when I get my hustle on ain't no playin' with a full deck
1:06Lord please murda my enemies yeah
1:09Burn em at a thousand degrees
1:11And Lord please let me make mo cheese
1:14Cause I ain't quite ready to leave no
1:17Lord please murda my enemies yeah
1:20Burn em at a thousand degrees
1:22And Lord please let me make mo cheese
1:25Cause I ain't quite ready to leave no
1:28The whole world
1:29Meant that gotta stay strapped
1:30Cause 999 a niggas carry they gats
1:33Super fist fightin' sh*t might come down to dyin'
1:36When the time comes down for the tryin' I got nine
1:39Reasons why niggas shouldn't step in my face
1:41With the nonsense cause I'm always heated and you can taste this
1:44Audi little something out the seams a my trousers
1:47With no hesitation I got a team to come clown ya
1:50I down ya so let your people know what they face
1:52With the type of individual that'll bomb a sub station
1:55Kaboom and everybody dies outside
1:58There ain't no escapin' the reaper so don't try
2:00Go ahead close ya eyes who the next to step
2:03Face down hit bleedin' on the steps a death
2:06Check yo self you just been invaded by true soldiers
2:09December 31st 96 the game is over
2:11Lord please murda my enemies yeah
2:14Burn em at a thousand degrees
2:17And Lord please let me make mo cheese
2:20Cause I ain't quite ready to leave no
2:22Lord please murda my enemies yeah
2:25Burn em at a thousand degrees
2:27And Lord please let me make mo cheese
2:30Cause I ain't quite ready to leave no
2:33I've got all my life to live plus with all my love to give
2:38Smokin' w**d I never trail I lead
2:40Spendin' dough tripped the cost of a ride like it was pocket money gs
2:43But these are the things real playas do
2:46Talkin' sh*t is real things that the hatas do
2:49I'm namin' you
2:50Thick its time to run for shelter
2:52I kept the word things could happen to marks like it was Hilter skelter
2:56Dear diary I'm runnin' outta pages
2:58Fadin' in and out takin' purple hazes
3:00The dazes revelations in the last stages
3:03Red skies institute the silent horns playin'
3:06I'm prayin' with tears in my eyes
3:08Cause I'm tryin' to make it into eternal peace without dyin'
3:11But they eyein' my bank account with beams on my rover
3:14The killa failed to launch his attack
3:15The game is over
3:17Lord please murda my enemies yeah
3:19Burn em at a thousand degrees
3:22And Lord please let me make mo cheese
3:25Cause I ain't quite ready to leave no
3:27Lord please murda my enemies yeah
3:30Burn em at a thousand degrees
3:33And Lord please let me make mo cheese
3:36Cause I ain't quite ready to leave no
I'm seeing millions 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 VIP my sh*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 sh*t platinum before the sessions over Rap master with the Houston heat holder These playas best to get they sh*t in check Cause when I get my hustle on ain't no playin' with a full deck Lord please murda 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 murda 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 The whole world Meant that gotta stay strapped Cause 999 a niggas carry they gats Super fist fightin' sh*t might come down to dyin' 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 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 that'll 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 Lord please murda 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 murda 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 I've got all my life to live plus with all my love to give 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' sh*t is real things that the hatas do I'm namin' you Thick its time to run for shelter I kept the word things could happen to marks like it was Hilter skelter Dear diary I'm runnin' outta pages Fadin' in and out takin' purple hazes The dazes revelations in the last stages Red skies institute the silent horns playin' 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 killa failed to launch his attack The game is over Lord please murda 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 murda 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
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