Games Over Lyrics - Untouchable - Scarface

Better get it while the gettin' is good 

Get it while you can, man 

And stop hatin' me, fuckin' with my shit 'cuz I got more hustle than you 

Get yours, get yours baby 

I'm seeing millions, niggaz 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 shit parked valet 

On the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile again 

Some try to assault Dre, it's 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 

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I push a rover, shit platinum before the sessions over 

Rap master with the Houston heat holder 

These playas best to get they shit in check 

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 

'Cuz 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 

'Cuz I ain't quite ready to leave 

(No) 

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Buck the whole world, meant that, gotta stay strapped 

'Cuz 99.9 a niggaz, carry they gats 

Super fist fightin' shit might come down to dyin' 

When the time comes down for the tryin' I got nine 

Reasons why niggaz 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 

'Cuz 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 

'Cuz I ain't quite ready to leave 

(No) 

(I've got all my life to live, plus with all my love to give) 

Smokin' weed 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' shit is real things that the hatas do 

I'm namin' you, shit's thick, it's 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) 

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) 

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)