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

[Verse 1] Sporty

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

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

[Verse 2] Theivz

Yo Yo Now if it for the Bronx (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 blow you Ha like I know you Ha
And it's nothin personal, maybe the day
Or you the wrong rhyme and I took it the wrong 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 topz to pop, I aint curse but that's yo
I'm tryin to stop, man FUCK y'all, damn i did it again
Like tellin my girl FUCK OFF then hit it
Like tryin to stop then just FLit it again, Flit it again
Like a Nigga wont get it
This is my game, and ball till the death
Sendin girls home wit the of BALLZ on they breath
Wha

[Verse 3] Theiv$

and broads knock my shit in cars
Astranaunts beep me from the starz, say they got my shit in
as far as The Wizard of Oz spittin bars
Define gravity laws like wars, guard doors
lock yo car doors, till my heart pause
Fuck shrimp, ? wit sauce
knock u hard in the streets
make it hard to bring you back like it's and
You lost receipt, fuck sweet and far from it,
which one of want it?
Hundered by the hundred, y'all 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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