Sean Price - Game Time lyrics

[Intro] It's Game Time! Strike out the MC And if he tempts me, I'll knock him out like Jack Dempsey Knock him out the box (x2) You know and I know I'm nice like that Bulls-eye, direct hit don't miss Game Time [Verse 1: Sean Price] Let's Go Yo, Game time, I'm the famous and fancy No shucking and jiving no Amos and Andy f**ing with the Ruckus, this alias is handy Clap guns you whack son Jackson and Randy Candy grab of course but candy strap the balls Slam cats on floors you >benny?< pack Heavy-weight champ of rap Never late Dessy Shake gravitate your hat P-body the fiend the team hummie your team sloppy Your Dean properly leave all ya knocked, P! The dude with disciples I'm Jesus Price I told my a-alike chill B we don't see alike Don't hit girls but best believe I would beat a dike The f** down 'till the b**h turn into Tina Ike I beat it right A friend of Sevah's is a friend of mine Diabolic I beef I defend it with Timbs and my nine, yes [Hook] [Verse 2: Diabolic] I used to be broke, now my stacks are poppin' Got chicks fatter than Action Bronson cookin' crack in Compton The fact is I've been hangin' out like muffin-tops Buildin' somethin' that could bring the juggernaut to a sudden stop On the roughest blocks, set foot and your blood'll clot Stoppin' heart functions and it starts pumpin' bu*ter scotch Me and Vinnie'll squeeze the semi with Ruck and Rock And have these law abidin' citizens screamin' "f** the cops!" Plot 'till the cuffs are locked knockin' 'Bolic's plans And Rick Ross is there checkin' my cell for contraband (Rugh) Lying thief tryin' to reach the promised land Drunk enough to do shots with 2pac's hologram Body slam somebody, unload some sort of gat And leave their pockets empty quicker than mobile quarter backs (gimme that!) Sean'll snap if you pop sh** you won't endorse Your broken jaw bones will sever both your vocal cords [Hook] [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] What you have here is a d**h cult Take this motherf**er's sweet vick god and let's bolt I ain't f**in' round I see the rabbit ears and get goin' If I ain't had a voice its cause I had a fear of strep throat You see it feel lonely at the top Even if you have a Tenderoni and some rock I cook d**, mama macaroni in the pot In the 90's I should've been signed to Sony with the rock I ain't think I'll live to see 35 I had the hammer and the 40 watching Jersey Drive Who's this sicilian white bol god I heard he live He as filthy as cucaracha in the dirty sta You see a keep the bull dog in the car seat I respond to y'all criticism by eating dog meat I don't see you as competition cause y'all sweet I dump the body in the back like it's a car seat, stupid! [Hook] .. PAZZIE! [Vinnie Paz: Outro] Yeah Pazienza Yo it's an honor and a privilege to be doing a rap with my brothers man P! Diabolic Rebel Armz Official Pistol BCC