Bizzle Da Prince - Game Time (Intro)

Haha, yeah
Ohkay (you already know what it is with me man)
Ohkay, pastor witta stick, nigga

Shootin' from the pulpit (yeah, shootin' from the pulpit)

Yeah (ohkay, ohkay), ohkay (yeah, yeah, this gon' be the realest shit you ever heard in your life)
Oh shit, you were recordin'? (Oh shit, you was recordin'?)

Bizzle!
Ohkay, look
Bitch, I'm flamin' hot (ohkay)
I'll clear the block like the cops was out (ohkay),
But they lurkin'
On the block tryna find them boys (ohkay) that's servin'
My shop out of service my nigga (ohkay), no work in
Get ya ass from round here my nigga 'cause you workin' (skedaddle)
Hid out for 3 years, my nigga (ohkay) then resurfaced
Ain't no oops in my game, my nigga it's on purpose (on purpose)
If you keep runnin' your mouth,
I'll leave your face open (baw, baw, baw, baw)
But them K's steady, cockin', reloadin', and explodin' (ohkay)
Don't leave that body right there
(Don't leave that body there), dispose it
And I guess you can say that I'm just that cold, man (ice cold)
'Cause every time I'm spittin', I'm leavin' the crowd frozen (ohkay)
Every time that K get to spittin', ya crowd frozen (frozen)
Mind in a remote location, you can't control him
Real religious with that fire, I'll leave ya holy (hallelujah)
Niggas say I'm baller blockin', but I ball for the block
So I say these niggas Optimus Prime (Autobots),
'Cause these niggas transformin'
Aye, aye
I know some people that know some people (yeah)
But out my business is where I keep you people (where I keep you niggas)
'Cause some of you niggas might be them people (police ass nigga)
All at my door tryna look in my peephole
But all you gon' see is me knee deep in ya' girl hole (haha)
'Cause ya girlfriend said that you dudes are boring (ohkay)
She rather be with Bizzle, slidin' in something foreign
If a nigga out of line, I got something for him (ohkay)
Something with a barrel 'bout the size of ya' forehead (ohkay)
I'm flippin' niggas like middle fingers, you dudes are so dead (ohkay)
But even though I'm so cool, I'll still burn whoever
Fuck it, that's gon' leave more dead
Have you ever seen a nigga holy without that ghost man?
Put a handle on his neck (caw, caw)
Go on and choke, man
Just call me Pat Riley 'cause I coach that heat, man (ohkay)
I might buss this .32 but I ain't Shaq, man (no Shaq)
I keep them Trailblazers, but this ain't Portland
If it ain't about money, bitch (ohkay), it ain't important
These crackers watchin' me 'cause they swear I'm importin'
My eye on you Jake's 'cause you niggas be pointin' (I see you)
The nigga set me up, but I missed the appointment (no show)
Who else you know other than me that's scorching? (nobody!)
I came from The Raw, I'm off E and 14th (ohkay)
If you can't take the heat then call the police (call troll nigga)
Or get throwed in a lake for acting fishy (yo bitch ass)
I am not like you, I'm a different species (haha)
Niggas stay from 'round me, like I got the cooties (ohkay)
But I got more links then that cracker Jimmy Dean (ohkay)
And I'm smooth like old coons sipping on Jim Beam (ohkay)
But I'm new school wit' it (haha), so give me that Hennessey
Little mama over there smiling, I know she feeling me (I see you)
Pull them panties to the side, now I know she feeling me (ohkay)
Got the crowd bopping they head, I know they feeling me
If this nigga want beef (ohkay), he gon' be feeling heat
Pull up on his block, army artillery, ohkay

Written by:
Leroy Davis

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