Sporty Thievz - Raw Footage lyrics

Chorus: Yo, it's raw footage Uncut like four hookers We're stealin and k**in and ball 'til the law book us We (?????) your (?????) like Uh-oh to y'all crookers Like no-gooders Keep knockin' if y'all wit' us (Marlon Brando) Yo, runnin through life with pharaohs in Babylon Like serial k**ers, I'm on some sh** they be on Hidin' out in Lebanon House with the intercom n***as 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 Jamal's girl's 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' s** in the Lex' Contracts with d**h threats Tryin' to stop my breath With holes in my left chest Marlon, crazy Harlem Ballin' with Nicaraguans Plan's 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 I'm tryin' to see Dynasty And ain't nothin' stoppin me From private property With the gla** roof on top of me Cut, cut! Chorus x2 (Big Dubez) Uh, uh, Raw Footage n***a, Sporty Thievs, Big Dubez, uh-huh, Big Dubez, check it... Uh oh! Check it - It's hard to shake these demons after me When all I want is more cream than Master P Big D-U-B, man it's 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? f** 'em all - red my rings, dread my stings Dead my flings - cop ? and spread my wings See, life's a b**h 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 n***a outsmart me? I ain't the one you can smart-out And that box you layin' in, n***a? It's where you left a part out n***a, eat your heart out Either forfeit or hold it All you hearin' is "Them Thief motherf**ers, yo they stole it" Chorus x2 (King Kirk) Yeah - it's that steel bird n***a - King Kirk a** n***a - Sporty Thievs motherf**ers - yeah - y'all n***as is crazy, straight up - How we gon' do this? Which one of y'all n***as think you can f** around? You? n***as 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 f**ed - say what? I'm in y'all b**h n***as 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 "What's your name, black?" Most n***as call me Selfish But when I get this grape eight with purple thongs, call me "Welch's" Kirk's 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 it's 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 n***as test weight when you play they 'hood like it's all good Start blowin' like Suge and your dashboard's all wood Rims 18 inch And your boys switch cars Like rich stars Drinkin' liquor in strip bars Puffin' cigars You won't 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 That'll make you cartwheel over the guard-rail Cut, cut, cut, cut! n***as can't f** around, cut, cut! Chorus x2 (Tragedy Khadafi) Yeah, yeah... Sporty Thievs... Iron Sheiks... Q.B.... Yo, yo yo yo yo... Yo, it's funny how the world revolve around CREAM On the streets you was a king with one team Now you're in a cell praying to the Unseen Drag queen - murderous thugs and foul schemes Gettin' your back torn out with loud screams While I'm 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 n***as love it - hear my sh** and wanna thug it Have y'all n***as 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 sh** wit' (?????) Mahdi - Q.B. - El-Khadafi Holdin' plastic '89s in a drop three Yeah - (who you wit?) - Iron Sheiks, Sporty Thievs, y'all n***as know