2K007

Lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] NBA 2K7 Word out Ayy yo, yo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Ayy yo my jump shot, crossover, slam, I break backboards Even score, burn up them hardwood floors Got them Air Walla[bees] , God number, Starks in my jersey One man team, I swear the NBA so worthy I could easily hall of fame, break all records Alley-oop to myself for three points in last seconds Win games 'cause P-Tone was raised on street ball Throwin' it back to classics, a Total Recall NBA 2K double-oh seven I'm the James Bond of ball son, I Run like the Reverend Sky hooks, fly game plans, shakin' off the best of 'em Footwork so fast, you'd think y'all had debts in 'em [Chorus: Trife Da God] 2x Ayy yo it's Theodore We hit put numbers on the scoreboard Teamwork, we handle the ball like ---- boards Crunch time, nailin' three points like punchlines Ballin' out, stadium courts and slayin' rhymes [Verse 2: A.G.] Me and Ghost is like Kobe and Shaq in '01 Me all love me 'cause I know Pun Back to back like Shaq in '02 If she knew I knew Big L she'd probably bring the crew It's a dream team nominee, MVP I'm an east coast all-star in MP3's And nothin' but legends be on my CD We hold the title when it come to vinyl, D.I.T.C A.G. --- hotter than iron ----, huh I crossed him left, he went flyin' right Keep it a hundred like Wilt, my mind is right No rules, blacktops, Fab Five, black socks Padlocks on the game, we own the key Man to man, I penetrate, if you zone I three It's the NBA 2K7 high roller Once I hold a controller, 21 is over [Chorus: Trife Da God] 2x Ayy yo it's Theodore We hit put numbers on the scoreboard Teamwork, we handle the ball like ---- boards Crunch time, nailin' three points like punchlines Ballin' out, stadium courts and slayin' rhymes [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] You can bench me, I claim the most valuable position And I move basketballs like a man on a mission Best on Earth, best on Mars You make the decision I shoot from all around the court with precision Look it's iron holdin' the Atlas I just sleep on the offseasons Paul, 'cause I don't need practice Got championship rings, a hook that stings Watch me glide to the hoop like a bird with wings Torch free throws, ayy, yo yo there's so ---- Priceless at the draft and your boy's a free agent I'm ballin' in a velvet robe, eighty pounds of gold And in my hands G, I'm dunkin' the globe [Chorus: Trife Da God] 2x Ayy yo it's Theodore We hit put numbers on the scoreboard Teamwork, we handle the ball like ---- boards Crunch time, nailin' three points like punchlines Ballin' out, stadium courts and slayin' rhymes [Outro: Dan the Automator] To me, Ghost is like holdin' it down in his own way AG, a lot like AI, lil' man with a big crossover And me? I'm kind of like Kidd or Nash, controllin' the floor I'm from the Bay, I'm gonna have to say J. Rich, Baron Davis