(feat. Trife Da God & Tommy Whispers)
[Intro: Trife Da Good]
Mmm-hmm... yo we going in, n***a
[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 b**h
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 f** 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 bu*ton on, I heard son f** with the feds
Why n***as wanna f** with my bread, like I ain't starving
When I reign, I leave n***as 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**ed 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, cla**ical sh**, spit acid
Turn bodies into ashes, T.M.F., we the masters
Father to your style, so you can't be called a ba*tard
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
Gla**ed on n***as get chin check
Theodore Unit, n***a, 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
n***as 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***a steal from me, I'm gonna chop off hands, so don't
Get it confused, n***as, give up them tools
Cuz when we walk through the spot, y'all get up and move
I'm a n***a 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***as be quick to peel off
When that sh** 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, n***a, Tommy Whispers, Trife Diesel
Uh huh, flip a mill, Kryme Life (Theodore, n***a)
Word up, T.M.F., kid, smashin' all microphones
(Stapleton) 10304 n***as