Raw Footage

<br>Chorus:<br><br>Yo, its raw footage<br><br>Uncut like four hookers<br><br>Were stealin and killin and ball til the law book us<br><br>We [? ? ? ? ? ] your [? ? ? ? ? ] like<br><br>Uh-oh to yall crookers<br><br>Like no-gooders<br><br>Keep knockin if yall wit us<br><br><br><br>[marlon brando]<br><br>Yo, runnin through life with pharaohs in babylon<br><br>Like serial killers, Im on some shit they be on<br><br>Hidin out in lebanon<br><br>House with the intercom<br><br>Niggas is wild john to see the sinister on<br><br>Money like maffia<br><br>[? ? ? ] and [? ? ? ? ]<br><br>til feds get wise on ya<br><br>Change your face move to bosnia<br><br>Czechoslovakia<br><br>With jamals girls shape on<br><br>And more make-up on<br><br>Talkin to liz claiborne<br><br>Marlon brando at the table with the large cat<br><br>Holdin a raw pack<br><br>Vietnamese straw hat<br><br>Smellin sex in the lex<br><br>Contracts with death threats<br><br>Tryin to stop my breath<br><br>With holes in my left chest<br><br>Marlon, crazy harlem<br><br>Ballin with nicaraguans<br><br>Plans complex - enough to shake kuwait squadrons<br><br>Cuban sergeant - you get kissed on both cheeks<br><br>Welcome to the family - if not then where you wan eat? <br><br>We in the al capone suite - la fam and my bed lady<br><br>My sweaters shed crazy - 180 below the red avery<br><br>Im tryin to see dynasty<br><br>And aint nothin stoppin me<br><br>From private property<br><br>With the glass roof on top of me<br><br>Cut, cut!<br><br><br><br>Chorus x2<br><br><br><br>[big dubez]<br><br>Uh, uh, raw footage nigga, sporty thievs, big dubez, uh-huh, big dubez, check it... uh oh!<br><br><br><br>Check it -<br><br>Its hard to shake these demons after me<br><br>When all I want is more cream than master p<br><br>Big d-u-b, man its never easy<br><br>Being a c-z-a-r<br><br>Feel me, play-er? <br><br>A million ways to eat - do you know what they are? <br><br>You wit the a-team or is you hatin like they are? <br><br>Fuck em all - red my rings, dread my stings<br><br>Dead my flings - cop ? and spread my wings<br><br>See, lifes a bitch and I hit er for one thing<br><br>Long-dick her til I hear her sing<br><br>ch-ching ch-ching!<br><br>Busta bus made it clear to me<br><br>Rob a club, put your hands where my eyes can see<br><br>Leave em there<br><br>Nigga outsmart me? I aint the one you can smart-out<br><br>And that box you layin in, nigga? its where you left a part out<br><br>Nigga, eat your heart out<br><br>Either forfeit or hold it<br><br>All you hearin is them thief motherfuckers, yo they stole it<br><br><br><br>Chorus x2<br><br><br><br>[king kirk]<br><br>Yeah - its that steel bird nigga - king kirk ass nigga - sporty thievs motherfuckers - yeah - yall niggas is crazy, straight up - how we gon do this? which one of yall niggas think you can<br><br>Around? you? <br><br><br><br>Niggas wake up, so we can get this cake up<br><br>Sums we can break up<br><br>And hold so much weight we take space up<br><br>Stay truck<br><br>Mad hoes stay fucked - say what? <br><br>Im in yall bitch niggas face like make-up<br><br>Straight up - we can spar til we see allah<br><br>Or take it to the fdr til one of us wrecks they car<br><br>A matter of fact, we can scrap on the traintracks<br><br>And the loser lays flat and get his frame smacked<br><br>whats your name, black? <br><br>Most niggas call me selfish<br><br>&lt;? &gt;but when I get this grape eight with purple thongs&lt;? &gt;, call me welchs<br><br>Kirks the type did a perp with your wife<br><br>On turnpikes with dirtbikes<br><br>No shirts, with ice<br><br>Word life - so hot I could flame-throw<br><br>Chain glow - like sunshowers, so when its bright the ice rainbow(bling!)<br><br>Cats is wired like phone poles<br><br>Instead of throwin blows<br><br>They let chrome go<br><br>And duck po-po<br><br>And play low-pro<br><br>In the next state<br><br>til jake see em in the lake with eight in they chest-plate<br><br>Niggas test weight when you play they hood like its all good<br><br>Start blowin like suge and your dashboards all wood<br><br>Rims 18 inch<br><br>And your boys switch cars<br><br>Like rich stars<br><br>Drinkin liquor in strip bars<br><br>Puffin cigars<br><br>You wont get far - fore they stop you<br><br>Watch you, then bop through on a late night and pop you(bow!)<br><br>Brag they shot you and celebrate<br><br>Make their props elevate - from featherweight to heavyweight<br><br>I know cats that talk with they mouths closed like garfield<br><br>Speak on hard steel<br><br>Thatll make you cartwheel over the guard-rail<br><br>Cut, cut, cut, cut!<br><br>Niggas cant fuck around, cut, cut!<br><br><br><br>Chorus x2<br><br><br><br>[tragedy khadafi]<br><br>Yeah, yeah...<br><br>Sporty thievs...<br><br>Iron sheiks...<br><br>Q.b....<br><br>Yo, yo yo yo yo...<br><br>Yo, its funny how the world revolve around cream<br><br>On the streets you was a king with one team<br><br>Now youre in a cell praying to the unseen<br><br>Drag queen - murderous thugs and foul schemes<br><br>Gettin your back torn out with loud screams<br><br>While Im on the scene with rings and nice things<br><br>Nothing compares to the heat my gat bring<br><br>Swervin - black suburban. wrapped in turban<br><br>Puttin work in - pop charts plus the urban<br><br>Niggas love it - hear my shit and wanna thug it<br><br>Have yall niggas goin to war, tryin to slug it<br><br>Sporty thievs - iron sheiks and ski beats<br><br>Go together - like dimes and silk sheets<br><br>Still creep - daishiki get left leaky<br><br>Who you wit? thug shit wit [? ? ? ? ? ]<br><br>Mahdi - q.b. - el-khadafi<br><br>Holdin plastic 89s in a drop three<br><br>Yeah - (who you wit? ) - iron sheiks, sporty thievs, yall niggas know