Artist: Statik Selektah f/ Fame (M.O.P.), Illa Ghee, Sean Price Album: Lucky 7 Song: Gentlemen Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Sample] (Sean Price) (*Statik Selektah Sample) Over the budget (P!) Da di da di da!!! (*Statik Selektah) Gentlemen, we're all players, of the game [Verse One: Illa Ghee] Yo! I was an autobot type of guy, I hated Megatron Now I drink gin and my best friend's a decepticon Some de Ville echelon sketches over Lebanon Messagin' the fo' fo' low, Illa the king the khan Head on the autobahn My automatic aims for headshots, devil horns I'm like the devil's pawn Group thinker but I'm walkin' all alone I'm an underground king with a pocket full of stones Out of order, breathin' underwater the enforcer Think inside your daughter takin' selfies with a orca Oral sex music, shootin' on a cruise ship Coward niggas talkin', but y'all never do shit Smokin' dro, rocket fuel and I blast off Uh! I +Quest Love+ 'cause my +Roots+ is a +Black Thought+ Uh! I talk lyrics that'll cut you 'til you under gutter Illa Ghee and I'm nicer than a motherfucker [Verse Two: Sean Price] Skettel weaves leave stains on a nigga's curb The best emcee pre-painted a nigga's words The A graded great the eight holder Make soldiers shit on theyself, the game over Clapper got clappin' back battle rap stats Forgot about the jacket then have a knap Uh! I blast the Magnum gun loudly With very great honor, I'm the magna cum laude Cop a squat, they sippin' hot latte Get money, big dummy, somethin' the Lamont pop say Uh! 'Bout to let actions speak more than words Weaksauce disturbed The whole crew you got is losers See through tube socks, new sock it to yah Crews poppin' Rugers new socker choose, watch your dude, watch your dude That's watchin' 2Pac in Cuba Content dudes for Zab Judah judo maneuvers Shittin' all in your bloomers, P! [Verse Three: Fame] Burn! Another body on the iron Got the hood behind me keep it grimy when I rhyme (Come on!) Driver seat recline, rollin' in the fishbowl No chrome, no tints, blow through with your bitch Big dog, I'm like a St. Bernard You 'bout as small as a Maltese, barkin' on a short leash You gon' get the party shot, get your ass mollywhopped Somebody call the janitor, we gon' need this lobby mopped Marksman regime, certified beast mode Personify street code, get your life repo'd Drive through funeral, come back and scoop ya up With you in back of the hearse, your hearse on back of the truck Give a fuck, you can catch me with the crew or dolo Sic 'em and starve a nigga promo promo It's Fizz Woah, Mac, double OG M-M-M-M-Marksman M-M-M- M.O.P.s, nigga