Sporty Thievz - Street Cinema lyrics

(king kirk) Cousin cousin cousin Im pissy drunkin How bout i smack you snuff him and buss him What then? nothing, you gon' be shocked like stop Your man laying there dropped other laying there shot Think not, what come the war burdens for certain You be laying with no shirt in the dirt with blood squirting Knocked out and stomped out with soles and timbs Piss in your face, wake you up, and do the whole sh** again Smack your men for jumping in, and get our rob on Rock on pop gone long gone with your watch on When cops swarm exit on some next sh** You with the paramedics, we on poles doing calisthetics So yo get the f** away from my car move back Aiyyo dudes pop the hatch And get those two bats for these cats that get that Plus i'm to' from the flo' up, know what? Dudes get off me chill let me go f** that hold up (conversation) (chorus) x2 Street cinema street cinematics streets in it Street scenery ballers in the street running (marlon brando) Street cinema Street cinematics Streets in it Street scenery Ballers in the street winning Getting rich off the street Feins in the street spinning Many moves spent bent choc-o-la sent Moving more dimes a minute then sprint If i recall f** em all the best way to ball Never stall with a hundred grand to break ya fall Leather glove face smacking Go gat waste packing Car burglars car jacking Me i'm safe cracking And i'm still in it for life man But lifes a gamble right? So everyday a n***as just rolling a dice man Credit go where credit due Yo n***as is nice man Know the game and they caught up in your "wheres my slice man?" Shouldnt have to say it twice man Sign of the rhymes Money and marijuana if you aint catch it the first time Me and mine live and shine every segment on the regbent Coming hard until the jeans look pregnant (conversation) (chorus) (big dubez) Marlon brando weap concealed with three best the bill Aiyo kirk tell them chill each one wanna clench the bill For real Dont safe cracking resort to face tracking Prints computer hacking n***as skeet through the tracking Rock a block packing n***a stash yo ash Either act like you know Or you best go ask See my lex go past give n***as the whiplash Cla** smoking gra** until the whip crashed At last who prays to god for talents to rhyme lord? Time is toured not poured like on the concorde Sit back and laugh We made it baby shake gravy Catch me on 180 with the yankee flip avery You sick baby Cause n***as look different now With tighter rhymes written hell n***as is living now And we spitting like wow them kids is hot i need a dub n***a we see the love rock a block beat a blood We be in a club With girls v.i.p. smoking Scoping now she open posing holding trojans This the life we got Girls kissing the dice Two keys for one rice Probably fixing it twice Kicking down bikes They fall like dominos Fifty in a row Rock a block with that kinda dough What? (chorus) x4 Yeah uhh uhh Y-o in the mother Sporty thievz in the mother Rock a block Shot callers 9-7 and beyond And you know what man? That sh** is trash (gunshots then car screeches off)