Trife Diesel, Tommy Whispers - Game Time lyrics
[Trife Diesel, Tommy Whispers - Game Time lyrics]
Mmm hmm yo we going in, nigga
It's game time, gear the lacing of your kicks
When I bang mine
Ain't no escaping out this bitch
And your chain's mine
Kidnap the bracelet off your wrist
Heard it through the grapevine that you
Was hating on the click
It's game time, gear the lacing of your kicks
When I bang mine
Ain't no escaping out this bitch
And your chain's mine
Kidnap the bracelet off your wrist
Heard it through the grapevine that you
Was hating on the click
I'm not Chris Tuck'
But I'll tuck them ratchets
When I was young, I used to beat off
And fuck 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 button on
I heard son fuck with the feds
Why niggas wanna fuck with my bread
Like I ain't starving
When I reign, I leave niggas 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 I95, blowing cigars on the Decon
Even when I'm fucked up
You know the God'll be eating it's all good
My hood is like the Garden of Eden
It's game time, gear the lacing of your kicks
When I bang mine
Ain't no escaping out this bitch
And your chain's mine
Kidnap the bracelet off your wrist
Heard it through the grapevine that you
Was hating on the click
It's game time, gear the lacing of your kicks
When I bang mine
Ain't no escaping out this bitch
And your chain's mine
Kidnap the bracelet off your wrist
Heard it through the grapevine that you
Was hating on the click
We make hit's, classical shit, spit acid
Turn bodies into ashes, TMF, we the masters
Father to your style
So you can't be called a bastard
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 'fros
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
Glassed on niggas get chin check
Theodore Unit, nigga
We out for them ten checks
It's game time, gear the lacing of your kicks
When I bang mine
Ain't no escaping out this bitch
And your chain's mine
Kidnap the bracelet off your wrist
Heard it through the grapevine that you
Was hating on the click
It's game time, gear the lacing of your kicks
When I bang mine
Ain't no escaping out this bitch
And your chain's mine
Kidnap the bracelet off your wrist
Heard it through the grapevine that you
Was hating on the click
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
Niggas 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 nigga steal from me
I'm gonna chop off hands, so don't
Get it confused, niggas, give up them tools
Cuz when we walk through the spot
Y'all get up and move
I'm a nigga 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 niggas be quick to peel off
When that shit 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
It's game time, gear the lacing of your kicks
When I bang mine
Ain't no escaping out this bitch
And your chain's mine
Kidnap the bracelet off your wrist
Heard it through the grapevine that you
Was hating on the click
It's game time, gear the lacing of your kicks
When I bang mine
Ain't no escaping out this bitch
And your chain's mine
Kidnap the bracelet off your wrist
Heard it through the grapevine that you
Was hating on the click
Yeah, nigga, Tommy Whispers, Trife Diesel
Uh, huh, flip a mil', Kryme Life
Theodore, nigga
Word up, TMF, kid, smashin' all microphones
Stapleton 10304 niggas
It's game time, gear the lacing of your kicks
When I bang mine
Ain't no escaping out this bitch
And your chain's mine
Kidnap the bracelet off your wrist
Heard it through the grapevine that you
Was hating on the click
It's game time, gear the lacing of your kicks
When I bang mine
Ain't no escaping out this bitch
And your chain's mine
Kidnap the bracelet off your wrist
Heard it through the grapevine that you
Was hating on the click
I'm not Chris Tuck'
But I'll tuck them ratchets
When I was young, I used to beat off
And fuck 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 button on
I heard son fuck with the feds
Why niggas wanna fuck with my bread
Like I ain't starving
When I reign, I leave niggas 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 I95, blowing cigars on the Decon
Even when I'm fucked up
You know the God'll be eating it's all good
My hood is like the Garden of Eden
It's game time, gear the lacing of your kicks
When I bang mine
Ain't no escaping out this bitch
And your chain's mine
Kidnap the bracelet off your wrist
Heard it through the grapevine that you
Was hating on the click
It's game time, gear the lacing of your kicks
When I bang mine
Ain't no escaping out this bitch
And your chain's mine
Kidnap the bracelet off your wrist
Heard it through the grapevine that you
Was hating on the click
We make hit's, classical shit, spit acid
Turn bodies into ashes, TMF, we the masters
Father to your style
So you can't be called a bastard
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 'fros
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
Glassed on niggas get chin check
Theodore Unit, nigga
We out for them ten checks
It's game time, gear the lacing of your kicks
When I bang mine
Ain't no escaping out this bitch
And your chain's mine
Kidnap the bracelet off your wrist
Heard it through the grapevine that you
Was hating on the click
It's game time, gear the lacing of your kicks
When I bang mine
Ain't no escaping out this bitch
And your chain's mine
Kidnap the bracelet off your wrist
Heard it through the grapevine that you
Was hating on the click
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
Niggas 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 nigga steal from me
I'm gonna chop off hands, so don't
Get it confused, niggas, give up them tools
Cuz when we walk through the spot
Y'all get up and move
I'm a nigga 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 niggas be quick to peel off
When that shit 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
It's game time, gear the lacing of your kicks
When I bang mine
Ain't no escaping out this bitch
And your chain's mine
Kidnap the bracelet off your wrist
Heard it through the grapevine that you
Was hating on the click
It's game time, gear the lacing of your kicks
When I bang mine
Ain't no escaping out this bitch
And your chain's mine
Kidnap the bracelet off your wrist
Heard it through the grapevine that you
Was hating on the click
Yeah, nigga, Tommy Whispers, Trife Diesel
Uh, huh, flip a mil', Kryme Life
Theodore, nigga
Word up, TMF, kid, smashin' all microphones
Stapleton 10304 niggas
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