2K007 lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
NBA 2K7
Word out
Ayy yo, yo

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Ayy yo my jump shot, crossover, slam, I break backboards
Even score, burn up them hardwood floors
Got them Air Walla[bees] , God number, Starks in my jersey
One man team, I swear the NBA so worthy
I could easily hall of fame, break all records
Alley-oop to myself for three points in last seconds
Win games 'cause P-Tone was raised on street ball
Throwin' it back to classics, a Total Recall
NBA 2K double-oh seven
I'm the James Bond of ball son, I Run like the Reverend
Sky hooks, fly game plans, shakin' off the best of 'em
Footwork so fast, you'd think y'all had debts in 'em

[Chorus: Trife Da God] 2x
Ayy yo it's Theodore
We hit put numbers on the scoreboard
Teamwork, we handle the ball like ---- boards
Crunch time, nailin' three points like punchlines
Ballin' out, stadium courts and slayin' rhymes
[Verse 2: A.G.]
Me and Ghost is like Kobe and Shaq in '01
Me all love me 'cause I know Pun
Back to back like Shaq in '02
If she knew I knew Big L she'd probably bring the crew
It's a dream team nominee, MVP
I'm an east coast all-star in MP3's
And nothin' but legends be on my CD
We hold the title when it come to vinyl, D.I.T.C
A.G. --- hotter than iron ----, huh
I crossed him left, he went flyin' right
Keep it a hundred like Wilt, my mind is right
No rules, blacktops, Fab Five, black socks
Padlocks on the game, we own the key
Man to man, I penetrate, if you zone I three
It's the NBA 2K7 high roller
Once I hold a controller, 21 is over

[Chorus: Trife Da God] 2x
Ayy yo it's Theodore
We hit put numbers on the scoreboard
Teamwork, we handle the ball like ---- boards
Crunch time, nailin' three points like punchlines
Ballin' out, stadium courts and slayin' rhymes

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
You can bench me, I claim the most valuable position
And I move basketballs like a man on a mission
Best on Earth, best on Mars
You make the decision
I shoot from all around the court with precision
Look it's iron holdin' the Atlas
I just sleep on the offseasons Paul, 'cause I don't need practice
Got championship rings, a hook that stings
Watch me glide to the hoop like a bird with wings
Torch free throws, ayy, yo yo there's so ----
Priceless at the draft and your boy's a free agent
I'm ballin' in a velvet robe, eighty pounds of gold
And in my hands G, I'm dunkin' the globe
[Chorus: Trife Da God] 2x
Ayy yo it's Theodore
We hit put numbers on the scoreboard
Teamwork, we handle the ball like ---- boards
Crunch time, nailin' three points like punchlines
Ballin' out, stadium courts and slayin' rhymes

[Outro: Dan the Automator]
To me, Ghost is like holdin' it down in his own way
AG, a lot like AI, lil' man with a big crossover
And me? I'm kind of like Kidd or Nash, controllin' the floor
I'm from the Bay, I'm gonna have to say J. Rich, Baron Davis