Game Time lyrics

[Intro: Trife Diesel]
Mmm-hmm... yo we going in, n*gga

[Hook: Trife Diesel]
It's game time, gear the lacing of your kicks
When I bang mine, ain't no escaping out this b*tch
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 b*tch
And your chain's mine, kidnap the bracelet off your wrist
Heard it through the grapevine that you was hating on the click

[Verse 1: Trife Diesel]
I'm not Chris Tuck', but I'll tuck them ratchets
When I was young, I used to beat off, and f*ck 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 f*ck with the feds
Why n*ggas wanna f*ck with my bread, like I ain't starving
When I reign, I leave n*ggas 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*cked up, you know the God'll be eating
It's all good, my hood is like the Garden of Eden
[Hook: Trife Diesel]
It's game time, gear the lacing of your kicks
When I bang mine, ain't no escaping out this b*tch
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 b*tch
And your chain's mine, kidnap the bracelet off your wrist
Heard it through the grapevine that you was hating on the click

[Verse 2: Tommy Whispers]
We make hits, classical sh*t, spit acid
Turn bodies into ashes, T.M.F., we the masters
Father to your style, so you can't be called a bast*rd
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 n*ggas get chin check
Theodore Unit, n*gga, we out for them ten checks
[Hook: Trife Diesel]
It's game time, gear the lacing of your kicks
When I bang mine, ain't no escaping out this b*tch
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 b*tch
And your chain's mine, kidnap the bracelet off your wrist
Heard it through the grapevine that you was hating on the click

[Verse 3: Trife Diesel]
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*ggas 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*gga steal from me, I'm gonna chop off hands, so don't
Get it confused, n*ggas, give up them tools
Cuz when we walk through the spot, y'all get up and move
I'm a n*gga 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*ggas be quick to peel off
When that sh*t 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
[Hook: Trife Diesel]
It's game time, gear the lacing of your kicks
When I bang mine, ain't no escaping out this b*tch
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 b*tch
And your chain's mine, kidnap the bracelet off your wrist
Heard it through the grapevine that you was hating on the click

[Outro: Tommy Whispers & Trife Diesel]
Yeah, n*gga, Tommy Whispers, Trife Diesel
Uh huh, flip a mil', Kryme Life
Theodore, n*gga
Word up, T.M.F., kid, smashin' all microphones
Stapleton
10304 n*ggas