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Текст песни Sporty Theivz f PaceWon - Uh! Oh!

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Roc-A-Bloc in dis muthafucka (Uh! Oh!)Sporty Theivz in this muthafucka (Uh! Oh!)Pacewon in this muthafucka (Uh! Oh!)Eyewitness in this muthafucka (Uh! Oh)[Verse 1] Sporty TheivzChill CousinSend in the Narcs, it`s website`s in it they cocksWit niggaz thats hot wit rocks in they cigarete boxLegitamite spotz, rock`s on the grim rim watchSwimmin in crops, Spot hot simerin rocksRemeber to drop the gun right in front of the copsSome of them shots was locked but they wanted to popIn front of the lock now bigger niggaz runnin your blockSellin you shop, every weeks bag a couple hundered, don`t stopHey yo, where your gun at, ooh that`s nice niga run thatAnd 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 meBut y`all aint runnin me, y`all ain`t nuttin but reasonersNigga we can fight monday and everyday till the week endsBehind your curtains peekin, you the softest gonerFor your bitch, run up off her like, “GET OFF THIS CORNER”Outside wit dead weights who dat in the red eight?Anotha shook nigga drivin, keepin his head straightWhen the L start rollin niggaz get they cell stolenDrinkin and blowin and the party`s still goin[Pacewon]Yo YoBitches chasin after meTo No Limit like Master PGot a Life To Live like Ericka Kane I stare at the paneI smile and I chuckle, trunks sayin “Fuck you”My style of rhyme make em walk like a duck doCurious about the MC`s that I cut throughWit a razor it`s the Pacer, spray stuff that fuck yo face upIt`s kinda like Foreman fightin Fraiser, break yo boy`s bonezStep inside the ring more quick than Roy JonezPack the 9 m.m. alloy chromeWhy y`all walk around wit a paranoid domePacewon for life Roc-A-Bloc drop the madnessSavage for my hip hop niggaz makin cabbage[Verse 2] Sporty TheivzYo 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 stupidI coulda went to school wit you, might even be cool wit youBut I`ll blow you Ha like I don`t know you HaAnd it`s nothin personal, maybe the wrong dayOr you spit the wrong rhyme and I took it the wrong wayI can rock or not rock a rock, rock a drug, all courtesy of RoC-A-BlocRock a glock in case I need to topz to pop, I aint curse but that`s good yoI`m tryin to stop, man FUCK y`all, damn i just did it againLike tellin my girl “ FUCK OFF ” then hit it againLike tryin to stop smokin then just FLit it again, Flit it againLike a Nigga wont get it againThis is my game, and i`ll ball till the deathSendin girls home wit the smell of BALLZ on they breathWha[Verse 3] Sporty Theiv$Hats and broads knock my shit in carsAstranaunts beep me from the starz, say they got my shit in MarsEven as far as The Wizard of Oz spittin barsDefine gravity laws like star wars, guard doorslock yo car doors, hardcore till my heart pauseFuck shrimp, ? wit tartar sauceForce knock u hard in the streets make it hard to bring you back like it`s weed andYou lost your receipt, fuck sweet and far from it, which one of y`all want it?Hundered shop by the hundred, y`all cats will never want itGun it, cats get blunted, roll they tree upPut yo G up, lose it all, spray yo V upSee wha, who? me?Neva !!!

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