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featuring Dr. Dre  Ice Cube  Too $hort 

Intro: Too $hort 

Man  what's up with these niggaz out here 
Mad at us cause we on top 
I love to see niggaz gettin money 
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 

Verse One: Dr. Dre 

I'm seeing millions  niggaz dont understand 
know what? Im 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, its still cavi 
Im 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, shit platinum before the sessions over 
rap master with the Houston heat holder 
these playas best to get they shit in check 
cuz when I get my hustle on aint no playin with a full deck 

Chorus: Ice Cube 

Lord please, murda my enemies (Yeah) 
Burn em at a thousand degrees 
And lord please let me make mo cheese 
Cuz I aint quite ready to leave (No) 
[repeat 2X] 

Verse Two: Scarface 

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 shouldnt 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 thatll bomb a sub-station 
Kaboom! and everybody dies outside 
there aint no escapin the Reaper so dont 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) 

Chorus 

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

Verse Three: Dr. Dre, Scarface 

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, its 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 
Im prayin with tears in my eyes 
Cuz Im 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) 

Chorus

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