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Roc-A-Bloc in dis muthafucka (Uh! Oh!)<br>Sporty Theivz in this muthafucka (Uh! Oh!)<br>Pacewon in this muthafucka (Uh! Oh!)<br>Eyewitness in this muthafucka (Uh! Oh)<br><br>[Verse 1] Sporty Theivz<br><br>Chill Cousin<br>Send in the Narcs, it`s website`s in it they cocks<br>Wit niggaz thats hot wit rocks in they cigarete box<br>Legitamite spotz, rock`s on the grim rim watch<br>Swimmin in crops, Spot hot simerin rocks<br>Remeber to drop the gun right in front of the cops<br>Some of them shots was locked but they wanted to pop<br>In front of the lock now bigger niggaz runnin your block<br>Sellin you shop, every weeks bag a couple hundered, don`t stop<br>Hey yo, where your gun at, ooh that`s nice niga run that<br>And sum that cat, leave yo jacket ?<br>Come back wit gas they want they bullets from gunnin me (oh word?)<br>In front of me suddenly, like they down to put one in me<br>But y`all aint runnin me, y`all ain`t nuttin but reasoners<br>Nigga we can fight monday and everyday till the week ends<br>Behind your curtains peekin, you the softest goner<br>For your bitch, run up off her like, “GET OFF THIS CORNER”<br>Outside wit dead weights who dat in the red eight?<br>Anotha shook nigga drivin, keepin his head straight<br>When the L start rollin niggaz get they cell stolen<br>Drinkin and blowin and the party`s still goin<br><br>[Pacewon]<br><br>Yo Yo<br>Bitches chasin after me<br>To No Limit like Master P<br>Got a Life To Live like Ericka Kane I stare at the pane<br>I smile and I chuckle, trunks sayin “Fuck you”<br>My style of rhyme make em walk like a duck do<br>Curious about the MC`s that I cut through<br>Wit a razor it`s the Pacer, spray stuff that fuck yo face up<br>It`s kinda like Foreman fightin Fraiser, break yo boy`s bonez<br>Step inside the ring more quick than Roy Jonez<br>Pack the 9 m.m. alloy chrome<br>Why y`all walk around wit a paranoid dome<br>Pacewon for life Roc-A-Bloc drop the madness<br>Savage for my hip hop niggaz makin cabbage<br><br><br>[Verse 2] Sporty Theivz<br><br>Yo Yo Now if it wasn`t for the Bronx (uh huh)<br>Kirk Wouldn`t loop it, and I woulnd`t be here makin rapperz look stupid<br>I coulda went to school wit you, might even be cool wit you<br>But I`ll blow you Ha like I don`t know you Ha<br>And it`s nothin personal, maybe the wrong day<br>Or you spit the wrong rhyme and I took it the wrong way<br>I can rock or not rock a rock, rock a drug, all courtesy of RoC-A-Bloc<br>Rock a glock in case I need to topz to pop, I aint curse but that`s good yo<br>I`m tryin to stop, man FUCK y`all, damn i just did it again<br>Like tellin my girl “ FUCK OFF ” then hit it again<br>Like tryin to stop smokin then just FLit it again, Flit it again<br>Like a Nigga wont get it again<br>This is my game, and i`ll ball till the death<br>Sendin girls home wit the smell of BALLZ on they breath<br>Wha<br><br>[Verse 3] Sporty Theiv$<br><br>Hats and broads knock my shit in cars<br>Astranaunts beep me from the starz, say they got my shit in Mars<br>Even as far as The Wizard of Oz spittin bars<br>Define gravity laws like star wars, guard doors<br>lock yo car doors, hardcore till my heart pause<br>Fuck shrimp, ? wit tartar sauce<br>Force knock u hard in the streets <br>make it hard to bring you back like it`s weed and<br>You lost your receipt, fuck sweet and far from it, <br>which one of y`all want it?<br>Hundered shop by the hundred, y`all cats will never want it<br>Gun it, cats get blunted, roll they tree up<br>Put yo G up, lose it all, spray yo V up<br>See wha, who? me?<br>Neva !!!