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Roc A in dis muthafucka (Uh! Oh!)
Sporty Theivz in this (Uh! Oh!)
Pacewon in muthafucka (Uh! Oh!)
Eyewitness in this (Uh! Oh)

[Verse 1] Sporty

Cousin
Send in the Narcs it's website's in it cocks
Wit thats hot wit rocks in they cigarete box
spotz rock's on the grim rim watch
Swimmin in crops Spot hot rocks
to drop the gun right in front of the cops
Some of them was locked but they wanted to pop
In front of the now bigger niggaz runnin your block
Sellin you shop, every weeks bag a couple hundered, stop
Hey yo, where your gun at, ooh that's nice niga run
And sum cat, leave yo jacket ?
Come back wit gas they want they from gunnin me (oh word?)
In front of me suddenly, like down to put one in me
But y'all aint me, y'all ain't nuttin but reasoners
Nigga we can fight monday and everyday till the ends
Behind your peekin, you the softest goner
For your bitch, run up off her like, GET OFF CORNER
Outside wit weights who dat in the red eight?
Anotha shook nigga drivin, his head straight
When the L start rollin niggaz get cell stolen
Drinkin and and the party's still goin

Yo Yo
Bitches after me
To No Limit Master P
Got a Life To Live like Kane I stare at the pane
I smile and I chuckle, trunks Fuck you
My style of rhyme make em walk like a do
Curious the MC's that I cut through
Wit a razor it's the Pacer, spray stuff fuck yo face up
It's kinda like fightin Fraiser, break yo boy's bonez
Step inside the ring more than Roy Jonez
the 9 m.m. alloy chrome
Why y'all walk wit a paranoid dome
Pacewon for Roc-A-Bloc drop the madness
Savage for my hip hop makin cabbage

2] Sporty Theivz

Yo Yo Now if it wasn't for the (uh huh)
Kirk Wouldn't it, and I woulnd't be here makin rapperz look stupid
I went to school wit you, might even be cool wit you
But I'll you Ha like I don't know you Ha
And it's personal, maybe the wrong day
Or you spit the wrong rhyme and I it the wrong way
I can or not rock a rock, rock a drug, all courtesy of RoC-A-Bloc
Rock a glock in case I need to topz to pop, I curse but that's good yo
I'm tryin to stop, man FUCK y'all, damn i did it again
Like my girl FUCK OFF then hit it again
Like tryin to stop smokin then FLit it again, Flit it again
a Nigga wont get it again
This is my game, and ball till the death
Sendin girls home wit the smell of on they breath
Wha

[Verse 3] Theiv$

and broads knock my shit in cars
Astranaunts beep me from the starz, say got my shit in Mars
Even as far as The Wizard of Oz spittin
Define gravity laws star wars, guard doors
lock yo car doors, hardcore my heart pause
Fuck shrimp, ? wit sauce
Force u hard in the streets
make it hard to bring you back it's weed and
You lost your receipt, sweet and far from it,
which one of y'all it?
Hundered shop by the hundred, cats will never want it
Gun it, cats get blunted, they tree up
Put yo G up, it all, spray yo V up
See wha, me?
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