Trife Diesel - Game Time lyrics

[Intro: Trife Da Good] Mmm-hmm... yo we going in, n***a [Chorus 2X: Trife Da God] It's game time, gear the lacing of your kicks When I bang mine, ain't no escaping out this b**h And your chain's mine, kidnap the bracelet off your wrist Heard it through the grapevine, that you was hating on the click [Trife Da God] I'm not Chris Tuck', but I'll tuck them ratchets When I was young, I used to beat off, and f** the mattress And I promise you, step out of line, see what that llama do Demolish you, rip through your chest, hit your abdominal My hammer hold twelve like a dozen of eggs And your man'll get bodied over something he said I'm not a blood, but I rock nothing but red He got his bu*ton on, I heard son f** with the feds Why n***az wanna f** with my bread, like I ain't starving When I reign, I leave n***az in Payne, but I ain't Martin If I ain't gone, I'm gonna move the weight by the carton On the plate carving, find me out of sight like a martian And I'm bobbing and weaving, dodging the precint Hit I-95, blowing cigars on the Decon Even when I'm f**ed up, you know the God'll be eating It's all good, my hood is like the Garden of Eden [Chorus 2X] [Tommy Whispers] We make hits, cla**ical sh**, spit acid Turn bodies into ashes, T.M.F., we the masters Father to your style, so you can't be called a ba*tard Held fast in close casket, on the verge of collapsion Demolition derby, car crashing, heart smashed in Brutaly, I beast on beats, Broadstreet, Staten Usually I creep black heat, in dusty clothes Then drift from rusty 'fro's Communicate; Sprint to Sprint, somebody knows Phonetap, info'll get leaked like cognac Seepin' through plastic cups, no caps on the bottle Sold crack cuz I got to, feed my seed is my motto Believe I'm leave the hood, I hit the lotto But wherever I go, you know the hood gon' follow With them hollows and a tech, spray Windex Gla**ed on n***az get chin check Theodore Unit, n***a, we out for them ten checks [Chorus 2X] [Trife Da God] I'm in the kitchen with them pots and pans And when them guns start to fire Ain't no telling where them shots gon' land n***az smile up in your face, but they not your man So it's obvious they not gon' stand I'm on the block, every day, moving yay', try'nna knock off grams If a n***a steal from me, I'm gonna chop off hands, so don't Get it confused, n***az, give up them tools Cuz when we walk through the spot, y'all get up and move I'm a n***a that stay bending the rules Take a real good luck at a crook, and remember this dude Now keep that talk to a minimum, cuz n***az be quick to peel off When that sh** jump off like Lil' Kim and 'em Pumped off adrenaline, got his man drillin' him Feelin' him, gasin' him with all types of words I'm like the rain forest, I got all types of birds But they don't get the same treatment, that my wife deserve [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Tommy Whispers (Trife Da God] Yeah, n***a, Tommy Whispers, Trife Diesel Uh huh, flip a mill, Kryme Life (Theodore, n***a) Word up, T.M.F., kid, smashin' all microphones (Stapleton) 10304 n***az