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featuring PaceWon 

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 Theivz 

Chill Cousin 
Send in the Narcs  it's website's in it they cocks 
Wit niggaz 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 niggaz 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 aint runnin me, y'all ain't nuttin but reasoners 
Nigga we can fight monday and everyday till the week ends 
Behind your curtains peekin, you the softest goner 
For 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 straight 
When the L start rollin niggaz get they cell stolen 
Drinkin and blowin and the party's still goin 

[Pacewon] 

Yo Yo 
Bitches 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 “Fuck 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 fuck 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 niggaz 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 aint curse but that's good yo 
I'm tryin to stop, man FUCK y'all, damn i just did it again 
Like tellin my girl “ FUCK OFF ” then hit it again 
Like tryin to stop smokin then just FLit it again, Flit it again 
Like a Nigga wont get it again 
This is my game, and i'll ball till the death 
Sendin girls home wit the smell of BALLZ on they breath 
Wha 

[Verse 3] Sporty Theiv$ 

Hats and broads knock my shit in cars 
Astranaunts beep me from the starz, say they got my shit 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 
Fuck 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, fuck 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 !!!

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