Sporty Thievz - Raw Footage

Текст песни Sporty Thievz - Raw Footage

Chorus:

Yo, its raw footage

Uncut like four hookers

Were stealin and killin and ball til the law book us

We [? ? ? ? ? ] your [? ? ? ? ? ] like

Uh-oh to yall crookers

Like no-gooders

Keep knockin if yall wit us

[marlon brando]

Yo, runnin through life with pharaohs in babylon

Like serial killers, Im on some shit they be on

Hidin out in lebanon

House with the intercom

Niggas is wild john to see the sinister on

Money like maffia

[? ? ? ] and [? ? ? ? ]

til feds get wise on ya

Change your face move to bosnia

Czechoslovakia

With jamals girls shape on

And more make-up on

Talkin to liz claiborne

Marlon brando at the table with the large cat

Holdin a raw pack

Vietnamese straw hat

Smellin sex in the lex

Contracts with death threats

Tryin to stop my breath

With holes in my left chest

Marlon, crazy harlem

Ballin with nicaraguans

Plans complex - enough to shake kuwait squadrons

Cuban sergeant - you get kissed on both cheeks

Welcome to the family - if not then where you wan eat?

We in the al capone suite - la fam and my bed lady

My sweaters shed crazy - 180 below the red avery

Im tryin to see dynasty

And aint nothin stoppin me

From private property

With the glass roof on top of me

Cut, cut!

Chorus x2

[big dubez]

Uh, uh, raw footage nigga, sporty thievs, big dubez, uh-huh, big dubez, check it... uh oh!

Check it -

Its hard to shake these demons after me

When all I want is more cream than master p

Big d-u-b, man its never easy

Being a c-z-a-r

Feel me, play-er?

A million ways to eat - do you know what they are?

You wit the a-team or is you hatin like they are?

Fuck em all - red my rings, dread my stings

Dead my flings - cop ? and spread my wings

See, lifes a bitch and I hit er for one thing

Long-dick her til I hear her sing

ch-ching ch-ching!

Busta bus made it clear to me

Rob a club, put your hands where my eyes can see

Leave em there

Nigga outsmart me? I aint the one you can smart-out

And that box you layin in, nigga? its where you left a part out

Nigga, eat your heart out

Either forfeit or hold it

All you hearin is them thief motherfuckers, yo they stole it

Chorus x2

[king kirk]

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


Around? you?

Niggas wake up, so we can get this cake up

Sums we can break up

And hold so much weight we take space up

Stay truck

Mad hoes stay fucked - say what?

Im in yall bitch niggas face like make-up

Straight up - we can spar til we see allah

Or take it to the fdr til one of us wrecks they car

A matter of fact, we can scrap on the traintracks

And the loser lays flat and get his frame smacked

whats your name, black?

Most niggas call me selfish

but when I get this grape eight with purple thongs, call me welchs

Kirks the type did a perp with your wife

On turnpikes with dirtbikes

No shirts, with ice

Word life - so hot I could flame-throw

Chain glow - like sunshowers, so when its bright the ice rainbow(bling!)

Cats is wired like phone poles

Instead of throwin blows

They let chrome go

And duck po-po

And play low-pro

In the next state

til jake see em in the lake with eight in they chest-plate

Niggas test weight when you play they hood like its all good

Start blowin like suge and your dashboards all wood

Rims 18 inch

And your boys switch cars

Like rich stars

Drinkin liquor in strip bars

Puffin cigars

You wont get far - fore they stop you

Watch you, then bop through on a late night and pop you(bow!)

Brag they shot you and celebrate

Make their props elevate - from featherweight to heavyweight

I know cats that talk with they mouths closed like garfield

Speak on hard steel

Thatll make you cartwheel over the guard-rail

Cut, cut, cut, cut!

Niggas cant fuck around, cut, cut!

Chorus x2

[tragedy khadafi]

Yeah, yeah...

Sporty thievs...

Iron sheiks...

Q.b....

Yo, yo yo yo yo...

Yo, its funny how the world revolve around cream

On the streets you was a king with one team

Now youre in a cell praying to the unseen

Drag queen - murderous thugs and foul schemes

Gettin your back torn out with loud screams

While Im on the scene with rings and nice things

Nothing compares to the heat my gat bring

Swervin - black suburban. wrapped in turban

Puttin work in - pop charts plus the urban

Niggas love it - hear my shit and wanna thug it

Have yall niggas goin to war, tryin to slug it

Sporty thievs - iron sheiks and ski beats

Go together - like dimes and silk sheets

Still creep - daishiki get left leaky

Who you wit? thug shit wit [? ? ? ? ? ]

Mahdi - q.b. - el-khadafi

Holdin plastic 89s in a drop three

Yeah - (who you wit? ) - iron sheiks, sporty thievs, yall niggas know

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