Ghostface Killah - Game Time Lyrics

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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

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

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[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

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