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