Sporty Thievz - Uh! Oh! lyrics

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