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

[Verse 1] Sporty

Cousin
Send in the Narcs it's in it they cocks
Wit niggaz thats hot wit rocks in cigarete box
Legitamite spotz on the grim rim watch
Swimmin in crops Spot hot rocks
Remeber to drop the gun right in of the cops
Some of them was locked but they wanted to pop
In front of the lock now bigger niggaz runnin block
Sellin you shop, weeks bag a couple hundered, don't stop
Hey yo, where your gun at, ooh that's niga run that
And sum that cat, leave yo ?
Come back wit gas they want bullets from gunnin me (oh word?)
In front of me suddenly, they down to put one in me
But y'all aint runnin me, y'all nuttin but reasoners
Nigga we can fight monday and till the week ends
Behind your peekin, you the softest goner
For your bitch, run up off her like, GET OFF THIS
wit dead weights who dat in the red eight?
Anotha shook nigga drivin, keepin his head
When the L start rollin niggaz get they cell
Drinkin and and the party's still 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, trunks Fuck you
My style of rhyme make em walk like a do
Curious about the MC's that I cut
Wit a razor it's the Pacer, spray that fuck yo face up
It's kinda like Foreman fightin Fraiser, yo boy's bonez
Step inside the ring quick than Roy Jonez
Pack the 9 m.m. chrome
Why y'all around wit a paranoid dome
Pacewon for life drop the madness
Savage for my hip hop niggaz makin

[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 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 nothin personal, maybe the day
Or you spit the rhyme and I took it the wrong way
I can rock or not a rock, rock a drug, all courtesy of RoC-A-Bloc
Rock a in case I need to topz 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 tellin my girl FUCK OFF then hit it
Like tryin to stop smokin then FLit it again, Flit it again
Like a wont get it again
This is my game, and ball till the death
Sendin girls home wit the smell of on they breath
Wha

3] Sporty Theiv$

Hats and broads my shit in cars
Astranaunts me from the starz, say they got my shit in Mars
Even as far as The of Oz spittin bars
Define gravity laws like star wars, doors
lock yo car doors, hardcore my heart pause
Fuck shrimp, ? wit sauce
Force knock u in the streets
make it hard to you back like it's weed and
You lost your receipt, fuck and far from it,
one of y'all want it?
Hundered 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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