Cam'ron - Halftime Show lyrics

[Intro] k**a, Dipset Check my stats man (seventy-eight and O {78-0}) I got to be the best livin' man (you already know) Holla at me [Verse 1] Like Alex Trebek, you're in "Jeopardy" Yesiree, got the recipe Give ya a tech, but nope, not a referee Like Wyclef, I'm a refugee, rollie-wear co*ky, don't play hockey, but have your mommy goalie gear See the ice, grab the stick, hit the break pads Get her knee pads, penalty, face mask I face grab the don enter the don's in her The don of don play the dug-out like Don Zimmer I hang wit Steinbrenner just to get my cash turn I call my car Jamal, it get "Mashburn" Crashburn, rest in peace, Dale Earnhardt My cousin died the same way, hit that turn hard So I stack from the gamblin' Drop cash in the phantom Play "DIPSET, DIPSET" yeah, the National Anthem Drive the seven series, to the World Series I'm so serious I want the whole world hear me [Hook] 2x Man I got to be the best livin' That's a given, check my stats This the halftime show, what could mess wit that k**a Cam' k**a Cam' What's ya name huh? k**a Cam' k**a Cam' [Verse 2] Man you know how I line my backs (how?) With a dime of crack (oh) They slang to the rack, through the legs, behind the back Wanna play for my team? Come sign the track Treat you like a sprinter, I find the track If you hype I got hyper men, Spiderman In Minnesota my Vikings sell Vicodins I got clients connects, my alliance respect I'm like New York football, Giants on Jets Even Buffalo Bills, my deals up in those mills But I still cop keys, f** with those crills Yeah, up in those hills, where they have chosen to feel The face dive in the snow, nose in they grill I be with Don King, if you a fighter, good f** Tiger Woods, it's tigers in the hood (Harlem) So come test the birdie, if ya stretched the dirty Give ya your Quarterback like Testaverde [Hook] 2x Man I got to be the best livin' That's a given, check my stats This the halftime show, what could mess wit that k**a Cam' k**a Cam' What's ya name huh? k**a Cam' k**a Cam'