Roc Raida - Time For lyrics

[Hook] There's a time to play and there's a time for s** There's a time to lounge and there's a time to catch wreck Watch your spot, cause if you sleep you'll get got Our sound is hot because we're true to hip-hop It's the little big man, y'all little n***as just relax I'm coming like a nut, bu*t n***as catching heart attacks Adversaries better maintain Don't even riff, scram, cause I'm a one-man g**n Boom, I hit it, now money you really did it Brung out the beast in me, and the freaks be getting with it Yes the fame is what they sweat But if you came for me to entertain then I'll make you wet Meanwhile, got to keep a low profile My style is true, so yes I do smile Original, just like the Dirty Rotten And while our foes are plotting, Show is riding shotgun [Hook] Since I hit the boom, they say my brain is doomed I object, it's sustained, now name this tune Making more than other brothers on computers Long as my vision ain't blurry, don't worry, pa** the buddhas Forget karate, cause I'd rather kick a lyric You ain't trying to hear it, then I'll be talking to your spirit Show hit me off with the hype sh** Who needs pencils and papers, brain cells is what I write with The format, told you last LP I'm all that Step to A.G., then you best to be sure, black Roll with my crew, I got the OE 20 dollar sack, and my hat to the back just like TLC Now when you play, it better not be with Show and Dre Or s** in between the sheets at my rest Now it's time to lounge and I'm free from all clowns And when I'm through catching wreck I hit the cess, yes [Hook] I get rough and then I hurt 'em like a puff of the ganja Tough like Tonka, you'll get seen by the Jolly Green Monster The G sell now hell no A good fellow who sports the shell toe So don't step to me, I'll shoot you and your deputy Everybody's in jeopardy except for me They pop sh**, like their sk**s I can't top it I'm the one to rock with, lounge and puff some chocolate I'm coming through, so what you gonna do When I hit you in the head with the lead from the number 2 Or black boot, leaving s**ers froze like a statue Styles are coming at you, real like my tattoo