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(feat. Trife Da God & Tommy Whispers) [Intro: Trife Da Good] Mmm-hmm... yo we going in, nigga [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 bitch 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 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 niggaz wanna fuck with my bread, like I ain't starving When I reign, I leave niggaz 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 Letras de cancionesEven when I'm fucked 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, classical shit, spit acid Turn bodies into ashes, T.M.F., 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 '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 Glassed on niggaz get chin check Theodore Unit, nigga, 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 Niggaz 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, niggaz, 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 niggaz 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 [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Tommy Whispers (Trife Da God] Yeah, nigga, Tommy Whispers, Trife Diesel Uh huh, flip a mill, Kryme Life (Theodore, nigga) Word up, T.M.F., kid, smashin' all microphones (Stapleton) 10304 niggaz From Letras Mania