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

[Verse 1] Theivz

Chill
in the Narcs it's website's in it they cocks
Wit niggaz thats hot wit rocks in they box
Legitamite rock's on the grim rim watch
Swimmin in crops hot simerin rocks
Remeber to drop the gun right in front of the
Some of them shots was locked but they to pop
In front of the lock now bigger niggaz runnin block
Sellin you shop, every bag a couple hundered, don't stop
Hey yo, where your gun at, ooh nice niga run that
And sum cat, leave yo jacket ?
Come wit gas they want they bullets from gunnin me (oh word?)
In front of me suddenly, they 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 goner
For bitch, run up off her like, GET OFF THIS CORNER
Outside wit dead who dat in the red eight?
Anotha shook nigga drivin, his head straight
When the L start rollin get they cell stolen
and blowin 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 sayin you
My style of make em walk like a duck 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 Foreman fightin Fraiser, break yo bonez
Step inside the ring more quick than Roy
the 9 m.m. alloy chrome
Why y'all walk around wit a paranoid
Pacewon for life drop the madness
Savage for my hip hop niggaz cabbage

[Verse 2] Sporty

Yo Yo Now if it for the Bronx (uh huh)
Kirk Wouldn't loop it, and I woulnd't be here makin rapperz look
I coulda went to school wit you, even be cool wit you
But I'll blow you Ha I don't know you Ha
And nothin personal, maybe the wrong day
Or you spit the wrong rhyme and I took it the way
I can rock or not rock a 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, i just did it again
Like tellin my girl OFF then hit it again
Like tryin to stop smokin then just it again, Flit it again
a Nigga wont get it again
This is my game, and i'll 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 they got my in Mars
Even as far as The of Oz spittin bars
gravity laws like star wars, guard doors
lock yo car doors, hardcore my heart pause
Fuck shrimp, ? wit sauce
Force knock u hard in the
make it hard to you back like it's weed and
You lost receipt, fuck sweet and far from it,
one of y'all want it?
Hundered shop by the hundred, y'all cats will never it
Gun it, get blunted, roll they tree up
Put yo G up, it all, spray yo V up
See wha, me?
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