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Sporty Thievs

Spy Hunter

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Spy Detail: There was a 498-DSA top-secret formula had been stolen from the research labWe had a job to doWe ran all suspects name through R&I and came up with (King Kirk)Respond like James Bond to this con named Donmilli-ons in his palms, sellin` neutron bombsTime 6 a.m., agent mayhem and eight men, no maybe ten came to scoop me in the Benz in the ??Graham??Money involved? Say when, gave me a beige Range and thangs but they claimed the Range changed to a plane, strangebut perfect, showed me circuits and how to work itWounds- how to nurse it, weapons- how to burst itsearched it, like a serpent, read the blueprintsdime be with two chinks sportin` links and new minksDrive a six with dark tints and one of the chinks named Dinks and Dinks always drinks so he thinks he`s invinc`Other chinks a wimp, but Teflon`s his vest holdsif he think you gonna roll, he`ll put holes in your dress code/Time to load and hit the highway, I`ma do it my waySpy way, do or die way, Schwarzenegger, True Lie way!So I pulled up on the drive way, ran thru the side waysaw his compadres, motherfucker, yippee kay-ahDie hard!, nigga yelled "my God!", caught an Uzi scar,hit the tar, other bullet to the car, "Ah!"Time to pay him back, time to fade himGot up tried to spray him, no aim, so I grenade him/didn`t get the Don but the bombs was a factorFound what I was after, set the reactorsfor two minutes, heard laughter and "lieutenant you finished"It was the Don with a Smitheth, Wessun to my chestunfor a second I thought I was dead, no more said then I heard shots of lead and lead sped through his foreheadBrando with the ammo and Dubez with the Uz`Move into plane rovers, motherfucker, we spy hunters(Big Dubez)Big Dubez, Billy D, four-five, concealed weaponRunnin thru bricks that niggaz ain`t yet step onEludin Cop-po, in the eight, inhalin char-coalThey tailin but I`m Indy 500 MonacoPigs can`t stop no, Sporty Thiev Gestapo,They sickened against flip whips to saw you slick andout the fender, yo, no retreat no surrenderTo the fullest, that`s why my toys deflect bullets!On the cell like "Who in charge? Get me the sarge" Your squad car next, your fam reached my garageEspio-nage, yo my fate on the rocksI blow `em out the box, firin missiles on roadblocksOn the verge on smack-ups, forces callin for back-upchunked in the trunk, 200 ki`s to crack upBreathe holdin`s essential, spy-hunter utensilsfour govermentals with four sets of dentalsI`m on a Cannonball Run like Burt ReynoldsBustin off at the choppers, backin down coppers(Gunshots)---ooooh!!(Marlon Brando)We in the Phillipines, on death row, about to face guillotinesmy crew lace marines, stick over and make realer teamsso yo, say hello to my li`l friend, wanna play? OK! feel ten thru your steel, manYo we come together like foreign lea-dersLivin large in Argen-tina, camouflaged in Kor-ea, in the bushes where they can`t see-usspin astro 16 silence-face screw onsMission impossible, merge em to the Persianswith 2 glocks to my head, enuff cream to flip the scriptGot niggaz watchin the Feds, twenty ultra-redbeams comin through my window, tear-gas bleak up my glass, The smoke blew the crib-bo, the coke moves are dittoLayin blue in Beirut, sneak-in weed-in Swe-denShook the D`s in Peru, like a crooked Batman with no partner but still (robbing/Robin),trails be mind-bogglin, leave the D`s followinmy front man, I be the big man behind the front manFront man got knocked? Big man still be the trump manMix six crews and their glues, skully low smokin ni-cklesRunnin` up in cold blocks with ic-icles, spray the trey-nickleguaranteed to hit you, if I miss youbullets will probably ricochet and nip youand fall like the Berlin wallhang `em off ??the terror spies?? lets make a ballcrooked navy seals with flak-on, sniffin, getting they crack onI managed to mack on enough oil to put Iraq on, stapped the gats onfor this spy-war, coke lab, helicopter roof, and a cy-borg

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