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

[Verse 1] Sporty

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

Yo Yo
Bitches chasin 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
about the MC's that I cut through
Wit a razor the Pacer, spray stuff that fuck yo face up
kinda like Foreman fightin Fraiser, break yo boy's bonez
Step inside the ring quick than Roy Jonez
the 9 m.m. alloy chrome
Why y'all walk around wit a paranoid
Pacewon for life Roc-A-Bloc drop the
Savage for my hip hop niggaz makin

[Verse 2] Theivz

Yo Yo Now if it for the Bronx (uh huh)
Kirk Wouldn't loop it, and I woulnd't be here makin rapperz stupid
I coulda went to wit you, might even be cool wit you
But blow you Ha like I don't know you Ha
And it's nothin personal, the wrong day
Or you spit the wrong rhyme and I took it the 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 to pop, I aint 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 to stop smokin then just FLit it again, Flit it again
Like a Nigga wont get it
This is my game, and i'll ball the death
Sendin girls home wit the smell of BALLZ on they
Wha

[Verse 3] Sporty

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