Game Over
DR.SCHIZZO Lyrics

Man, what's up with these niggas out here
I don't understand why people are hating on us

Mad at us cause we on top
They're mad because we're successful

I love to see niggas gettin' money
I'm happy for other people's success

Better get it while the gettin' is good
Seize the opportunity while it's still available

Get it while you can, man
Take advantage of the situation while it lasts

And stop hatin' me, fuckin' with my shit cause I got more hustle than you
Don't hate on me because I work harder than you

Get yours, get yours baby
Go get what's yours

I'm seeing millions, niggas don't understand
I have big plans, but others don't comprehend

Know what? I'm makin' moves, puttin' cash behind plans
I'm taking action on my plans and investing money into them

To blow up, will he style like this
My success will come with my unique style

Everyday I parlay, sip Henne and Tanqueray
I enjoy life and celebrate my successes every day

Stay in the mix like Alezay
I stay involved in the business and social scene

V.I.P., my shit parked valet
I'm a VIP, and my car is parked with the valet

On the prowl again to get hunnies familiar with the smile again
I'm back in the game of attracting women

Some try to assault Dre, its still cavi
People try to bring me down, but I'm still successful

I'm eatin' steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality
I'm enjoying the fruits of my labor while others are still stuck in a bad mindset

I givin' livin' definition long as my hearts tickin'
I'm living my life to the fullest with my heart beating

I fought and made the world listen
I worked hard and made my voice heard in the world

Whatever fly Dr. Dre invented
Whatever Dr. Dre creates is amazing

Turn on the box and let my son watch these studio clowns on 60 inches
I want my son to learn from the music industry

I push a rover, shit platinum before the sessions over
I drive a Range Rover and make hits before the recording session is done

Rap master with the Houston heat holder
I'm a great rapper from Houston with a lot of talent

These players best to get they shit in check
People need to get their lives together

Cause when I get my hustle on ain't no playin' with a full deck
I'm serious about my hustle, and I'm not playing any games

Lord please, murder my enemies (Yeah)
I pray that my enemies will be defeated

Burn em at a thousand degrees
I want them to be punished severely

And lord please let me make mo cheese
I pray for more financial success

Cause I ain't quite ready to leave (No)
I'm not ready to die yet

Buck the whole world
I'm fighting against the whole world

Meant that, gotta stay strapped
I'm ready for anything and have to carry a weapon

Cause 99.9 a niggas, carry they gats
Most people carry guns these days

Super fist fightin' shit might come down to dyin'
Fighting with fists can lead to death

When the time comes down for the tryin' I got nine
I have a lot of power and resources

Reasons why niggas shouldn't step in my face
There are many reasons why people should stay out of my way

With the nonsense, cause I'm always heated and you can taste this
I'm always angry, and people can feel it

Audi little something out the seams a my trousers
I'm carrying something valuable in my pocket

With no hesitation I got a team to come clown ya
I have people to back me up if needed

I down ya, so let your people know what they face
I will defeat you, and your people should know the consequences

With the type of individual that'll bomb a sub-station
I'm capable of serious destruction

Kaboom! and everybody dies outside
I can cause a big explosion with many casualties

There ain't no escapin' the Reaper so don't try
Death is inevitable, don't try to avoid it

Go ahead, close ya eyes, who the next to step?
You can't avoid death, so who's next?

Face down, hit, bleedin' on the steps a death
You will die a violent death

Check yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers
Be ready to face the consequences of messing with us

December 31st, 96 (the game is over)
The year 1996 is over, and this game is over

Smokin' weed I never trail, I lead
I'm a leader, not a follower

Spendin' dough, tripped the cost of a ride like it was pocket money, Gs
I spend a lot of money without thinking twice

But these are the things real players do
This is how real successful people live

Talkin' shit is real things that the haters do
Haters talk a lot of nonsense

I'm namin' you
I'm calling out haters

Shit's thick, its time to run for shelter
Things are getting serious, and it's time to find safety

I kept the word, things could happen to marks like it was helter skelter
I warned people, but they didn't listen, so bad things will happen to them

Dear diary, I'm runnin' outta pages
I'm running out of space to document all my experiences

Fadin', in and out, takin' purple hazes
I'm losing focus while taking drugs

The dazes, Revelations in the last stages
I'm experiencing enlightenment in my last moments

Red sky's institute, the silent horns playin
The sky is red, and there's a sense of urgency

I'm prayin' with tears in my eyes
I'm praying with sadness and desperation

Cause I'm tryin' to make it into eternal peace without dyin'
I want to reach peace in the afterlife without dying

But they eyein' my bank account with beams on my rover
People are jealous of my success and want my money and car

The killa failed to launch his attack (the game is over)
The killer couldn't defeat me, and this game is over

Lord please, murder my enemies (Yeah)
I pray that my enemies will be defeated

Burn em at a thousand degrees
I want them to be punished severely

And lord please let me make mo cheese
I pray for more financial success

Cause I ain't quite ready to leave (No)
I'm not ready to die yet