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MAJOR SONGS
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3:26 |
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from Sporty Thievz - Street Cinema (1999)
[Sporty]
Take two oh wow
Take two two.. Take two two
[Mocha]
I want it!
[Sporty]
Take two.. Take two
[Mocha]
Uh nah!
[Sporty]
Take two.. Take two
Take two.. Take two
Take two
Take two
Two two two
Chorus: Sporty Thievz
I want it uh huh uh huh
Ain't got it uh uh uh uh
I want it uh huh uh huh
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from Sporty Thievz - Street Cinema (1999)
[Sporty]
Take two oh wow
Take two two.. Take two two
[Mocha]
I want it!
[Sporty]
Take two.. Take two
[Mocha]
Uh nah!
[Sporty]
Take two.. Take two
Take two.. Take two
Take two
Take two
Two two two
Chorus: Sporty Thievz
I want it uh huh uh huh
Ain't got it uh uh uh uh
I want it uh huh uh huh
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from Sporty Thievz - Street Cinema (1999)
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 shit 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 shit
You with the paramedics, we on poles doing calisthetics
So yo get the fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 niggas just rolling a dice man
Credit go where credit due
Yo niggas is nice man
Know the game and they caught up in your
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4:42 |
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from Sporty Thievz - Street Cinema (1999)
(To the one who we all love the most)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
This joint is dedicated to everybody dead and gone
Everybody gettin it on
Everybody locked up
Everybody on the curb
Everybody in the struggle
It's gon' be aight
We proposin a toast for all a y'all
This one's for y'all man, for everybody, Yo
I neva know when it's my last shot to hug my pops
A smart, hard workin mechanic, who loved his shop
Always told me he lookin out on what's best for me
And use the best of my descretion on my destiny
And all during this phase, you expected straight A's
I had F's, absences, and thirty late days
I understood you thought about, puttin your son in the car
Dad you know I'm sorry you had to find that gun in my drawer
But why order me, tell me school was top priority
Givin mad hints, thinkin like it's got to more to me
Comin home from work, sometime ya mood was stable
Stressed out, just able to keep food on the table
And the way you handle things was like 'Marlon, I'm here to help'
Moms be like 'I'm yellin for my health wit a belt'
I'm tryna' share this wealth, besides my mom and my girl
I propose this toast to the greatest dad in the world
(Hook) 2x
Propose a toast if they here or not here
All my niggas throw them bottles in the mothafuckin air
Dead and gone or alive gettin it on
Coast to coast, propose a toast, and God Bless
(We propose a toast to those
All the ones we love the most)
(Wassup Hap, chillin?)
Same ol', same ol'
You know, tryna' turn this block into a volcano
Blow it up!
Sayin though, wassup wit you
How's the crew and mom dukes
(They aight)
True, true
Me, well, you know my moms died
It's aight, go 'head and cry
You get over it as time flies
I did
(Tears slid from his eylid
He got silent, then he said violent)
My mom's is all I had!
Time to pick the clip up, and do stick ups
To cream whip up and somethin's triple up
Been skippin up all nickled up
Neck icecicled up, best part is
Yo, I don't give a fuck!
Kirk, you still rhymin?
I see you got diamonds
Look like sales is climbin
Nigga, look at you smilin
Kirk before I go, let me give this a cross
At my wake, have my shirt off, and two bottles of Smirnoff
Propose me a toast, I love you, adios
(Hook)
You was that nigga B
And I miss you to death
I couldn't maintain the pain when you left, e'ry breath
A real nigga to the bone, but God called you home
I know you B, know you oversea watchin over me
We became cool when I used to cut school
You were there to care, told me that my peoples upstairs
Lookin out for me, and it wasn't even on yet
Comin home wit freaks, I'm like 'Gene, are they gone yet?'
Gave me the green light dude, go 'head and bang
I ring ya buzzer if they come back, so do ya thang
From there on it was gravy
The Wreckin Crew makin hits, shit spittin in ya crib all crazy
Ain't enough balls to express holdin stress
Never the less, Gene, you was the mothafuckin best
So I bring it to a closing
Them bitch niggas stopped ya time
But they can't stop this toast I'm proposin
(Hook) 4x
(talking)
Yeah, Yeah
This joint right here is dedicated to my man Showtime
My mothafuckin man Q
My man Gene Gotti
My cousin Ray, Jr.
All my niggas locked up that I ain't neva gon' see no more
All my niggas in the struggle
Yo this one's for y'all man
Word up
Yo, yo, propose a toast to all the homeless
Propose a toast to my father man
My man J Black
Aight
Ya'nah'mean
Mr. Dorsey
Everybody out there on the corners
Propose a toast, we proposin a toast for all a y'all man
Throw them bottles in the air, aight
Word up, propose a toast
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4:14 |
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from Sporty Thievz - Street Cinema (1999)
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4:24 |
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from Sporty Thievz - Street Cinema (1999)
We might be on the mob's hitlist y'all really with this?
Well we got five minutes so dive in it and get it with the quickness
Dont get ridiculous bring what you can swim with that's the end of it
At 10:40 digit I want y'all back with the shit
Terrific we can sit sippin' Crystal Christmas
Bricks split it into triplets and distrubute like cigarettes
More chips than picnics hitting chicks and stuff
Marl and Dubez keep in touch, you brothas, good luck
(Dubez)
You got the flashlights? [check]
Tracking device? [check]
All we got is what, five? Man it's time to dive
Me and Marlon took it under, said it's best that we split up
Take what we can at 10:35, get up
(Marlon Brando)
Twenty degrees five minutes, me and Dubez under siege
With ten minutes tops, it's up to us to run the ki's
Yo we fully prepared, scuba gear with the flares
Shark spears, Dubez, wait for this school of fish to clear
(Dubez)
We dove deeper, I tapped Marlon, ayo, what's that I see there?
Could it be that we there? Man them bricks better be there
Tracking device blinking nigga, oh shit that's it!
Got four and a half minutes, if we blow this, that's it
(Marlon Brando)
Swam and dipped to a sunken abandoned ship
Sands quicker, one cought up and landed his
Tampered with the compass to make sure we on track
With bags, throw the ki's on that then we can mosey on back
(King Kirk)
Sitting fronting like I'm fishing, so far no coast guard
Nervous but calm, heard my watch alarm, checked my arm
Time: two minutes, three left, sweat and nose running
In case let me load the gun in...Oh shit a boat's coming!
(Dubez)
All this coke I'm getting greedy but I gotta fight the urge
With the ki's to the city in front of me submerged
Time's ticking, quick, we started the brick picking
Telling Marl after this no more of the brick sticking [Alright nigga]
I see us pulling it off with no prob.
What a job, Aquamen underwater robbin the mob
took a look up, seen two boats and got shook up
Brando, what if that's the mob and them fucking the crook up?
(King Kirk)
Grabbed the binocs, looked like cops, stashed the glock
They sailed up and stopped besides me and just watched
Finally one smiled at me then spoke finally [Catch anything?]
Nah, still trying to! [yeah, alright] Alright me and left silently
(Dubez)
Yo I think my bag is worthy enough to hold thirty
Heard me? Fuck these last three minutes, let' go early
Dude snap out of it! Yo he's trying to pack alot of it
Yo we gotta split or we get ourselves in hotter shit!
Just grab what you can, you know we on a timed schedule
We can't go out greedy and do twenty-nine federal
We served out purpose, but now purpous in the worstess
Situation, gotta hurry back to the surface
(King Kirk)
Loading ammo, 10:40, where they at? Goddamn, yo!
Oh no no, aw man yo! here come Italiano
Stashed the toast, but kept my hand close if they approach
Hope Dubez and Marlon scope before they come through floatin
>From Italians boat heard words loud and clear
'Hey Paizano, tell that muly the get the fuck outtahea!'
If it wasn't nine of 'em, I would've put one inside of him
But this predicament I'm in I ain't got no time to win
(Marlon Brando)
Yo we swam up, all I seen was Kirk shoot the man up
Damn! That fucked the plan up, more men in suits ran up
Kirk put his hands up, He acting like he surrendered
Yo he seen us intending to help that why he preteding!
(Dubez)
Climbed up on they boat while they bought Kirk faking
Gat in each hand, fully armed like Troy Aikman
Took two out, bullets ricocheing and I ain't playin'
Tossed one gun to Kirk and continued to keep spraying
(Marlon Brando)
Yo he saw me reaching, I went behind the boat creeping
Now I'm thinking 'I hope he's sleeping' we both peeped him like
Fuck the others, he saw me, I seen him
So I ran in they boat and shot him when he leaned in
(Dubez)
Semi-auto glazed blazed, I'm thinking my arm grazed
Peeled back the last guiro, blood leaking through my Speedo
Let's bail, blew up they boat, covered the trail
Send a kite to the block perrico is on sale
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4:17 |
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from Sporty Thievz - Street Cinema (1999)
"Now why ain't you over there where you supposed to be?"
"The white trip Goldie he tried to off me man."
"Let me tell you something now you listen to me and you listen to me
closely.
I don't give a shit about what happened to you now I want you to get
yourself together and get back out there and get me my money! Now I don't
care how
long it takes for you get out there and get it!?. Now GET!"
Chorus:
Yo Big Dubez, what it look like?
Sporty Thievz, Brando be the crook type
King Kirk's sideburns be on hook, right?
We just some niggaz that keep our good looks tight
We all match
(Marlon Brando)
Hey yo where the party at? Blunts copped in Cogn-y-ac
Girls in the act, like "where the f**k Marlon at? Call him back"
Ask him where he ballin' at, thats only right,
goin' thru all the lights, with the bright motor-bikes on the 'pike
Girls be watchin' all the booming sales
talkin' 'bout "do my nails and take me to Bloomingdales"
gassed they ex-males for the Lex ginger-ale
Playa spinned the Cryst-al, trickin' french fingernails
Now, Virginia girls keep their hair looking lit up
Getting' ready for the summer, all spring doin' sit-ups
My love will make you shake-up, Call your man to break-up
Have sex all night, and I'll leave before you wake up
Chorus 2x
(Big Dubez)
Honey was bad to death, playin' the far left
Came in with some nigga, Im figurin' ??par-lef??
I runs up on shorty, you know bein' a sporty
thief, I brief shorty on lickin' my whole body
Spit a hella flame of game, what the f**ks my name?
All it took was a minute to ruin this bitch's brain
She like "Don't you?", Im like "Yea, yeah"
"You ripped a- that?" "Yea there"
So why don't we, you, me, you know?" she like "yea, where?"
Jack' with lime pieces got me straight like creases
got rid of my dime pieces, I walked in on Alisha's
Now honey all facetious, wantin' to skate
that's when her man popped up, getting' ready to hate
"Oh, so where you think you goin'?", I'm like "Yo pause, player
we go way back, I ain't tryin' to lay her"
I can't see how a player can't see himself getting played
Getting' hit with "I knew boo since the 10th grade"
To ease pa', I complemented the bar
then I hit money with a funny cigar
With his back turned we broke out, he gotta be burnt
I got his bitch up in the Radisson, suckin', smokin' Madison
Even though we bounced I still lit up the place
'cause when he lit that long Cuban, it blew up in his face
Chorus 2x
(King Kirk)
Shorty in the tight gown, over there in the pink
threw a wink, almost dropped my drink
As I stopped to think, it must be the links
or the glow from the ice, reflectin' off the disco lights
So Kirk, maybe its your night, so I stepped to her polite
and tapped her, introduced King Kirk the rapper
she screamed with laughter, drink splashed, could'a smacked her
Then my breath stopped
when I look on my shirt, I bet' not have a wet spot (bitch)
Love, you lucky, no more to say, lifted a business card laying to EMG,
and walked away, I don't play
Playing's for players I'm a mack, type to be in limos jet-black
Havin' a chat, rubbin' the cat, went over and sat
in my reserved seats, waiter serving me eats
I'm observing the freeks, lookin' for asscheeks
about four of 'em or more of 'em
then I saw some, told the waiter "Call all of 'em"
They came said their name and that the club was borin' 'em
and they was watching me all night but I kept ignorin' em
I'm just thinking 'bout lurin' em to my crib, scorin' em
As the waiter started pourin' em drinks, I peeped the whore in 'em
Later they trapp-ted me happily, sexin' rapidly
No strategy, actually cousin?, just the mack in me
N'ahhhmean??
Chorus 2x
(Female Singing)
Hey there, Mac Daddy, if you want me badly
To hop in your caddy and groooove
You just have to spend, I'll f**k you and your friend
Or do whatever you choooose, nowww
(Sporty Thievz)
Hey miss sugar mama, we ain't spendin' nada
you gotta suck the dick (get the dick, get the dick, get the dick)
you think you slick, you stupid bitch
Real Macks don't trick (I thought you knew, I thought you knew)
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from Sporty Thievz - Street Cinema (1999)
An angel an immortal spiritual creature attendant upon God.
An angel a guardian sent to overlook [echoes]
(Verse 1)
Ay yo for you crooked cops the thug life lookin nox
Wife cooking rocks I'm on lookout but couldn't watch
It's terrible the scenario got me going till it's burial
Kept it stereo so we buried him with his radio
Some niggas robbed him and shot him took his hat keys
Left his head a hole in the front, with no backpiece
I'm stressin', some voices on both sides of my head
One says, "chill," the other's like, "them niggas gotta be dead"
Instead we all went to they block, 'bout to flip on a clip
The full clip in my shit, and tight grip on the pit
The serious slow, them kids was curious and shook
like, "who's that with the clenched fist tryin to pinch the crook?"
"Who killed my man last week? Y'all niggas is asked, man, speak!"
Before I could shoot this old man put his hands on my damn heat
He said, "I was sent as your guardian, you're the only one that can see me
Killing him won't bring your friend back to life, son, believe me"
(Chorus)
I'm your Angel
You're my Angel
(Verse 2)
Yo, I'm in the crib, high, lazy, blastin' my new Jay-Z
Shorty I fuck with starts buzzin' my hip crazy
Call her back, "You horny again??" lemme find out
She's crying all hysterical I couldn't get a line out
Said her baby father wreckless, jealous over the necklace
Beat her up good and peeled of in a Lexus
"Shorty, I'm over there, sit still, just chill"
In the Ac', pedal floored with the gat onboard
That's when I heard, "You willing to meet the law for a broad?"
What the...Grabbed my heat, "Who the FUCK in my back seat?"
He said, "Be cool, nigga, right now you a fool, nigga
Pass it up, 'cuz she might be settin' your ass up or what
You and son bump heads, get to clappin'
Get locked up for life and it could've been avoided
But your male pride destroyed it, eager to bust chrome
You need to bust a U-ey, son, and go the FUCK back home."
(Chorus)
What should I do to this kid right here?
This kid right here is soft, man.
Bitch ass nigga, watch this, watch this...
(Verse 3)
This kid ran up on the next, attempting to front on him [yo]
Got so close to money's face looked like he put his toungue on him
Blew the blunt on him, swung on him, spit a lung on him
Taking money's stuff off him, heard "Ayo, get the fuck off him!"
Get off him? Who dat? Who said that, YOU black?
"Yeah, give his jewels back, put ya tool back you fuckin' new jack.
You ain't gon' use that you're a cool cat, trying to rep
And I know you ?? goin' to do something you're gon' regret [what?]
Don't forget it's daylight, not late night, look 8 flights up
She's Jake's wife, snake type, better take flight [word?]
or feel the snake bite, right? Bet you didn't even see her
Cat with the reefer peeped her, shit, I didn't see her either
On the phone rattin' you, pointin' at you like a statue
Get rid of the gat, dude, out my face before I smack you"
He laughed cool, put it down, took aim again
Walking back he said hey my friend, what's your name again?
(Chorus x2
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from Sporty Thievz - Street Cinema (1999)
Verse 1:
In a new mall with a few broads in a shoe store
Cop the new cars and jump in the two doors with the blue valor
Shirt open with the chain showing way the shits going so now we Range Roving
With the waves blowing stay holding bitches in the back whispering
Now I'm listening bitch this my car ya fucking sitting in speak up
How dare ya think I cant hear ya anymore talk ya bitches gonna walk
They're like (what you sayin', you aint buy nothing for us),
I didn't buy nothing ofcoarse, ya bitches is whores, (Please)
What I look like support, me trick man listen,
Yeah I trick trick yo ass you think I'm tricking,
Give you a sticking then I'm skipping, all you getting is a hard dick chick,
After I spit I want you quick out my apartment,
Trife living, did the right thing, left one indictment,
Hitch hiking, hoping things a get strike by lightning.
Chorus:
You Aint Get Nadaaa From Us,
Not Even A Dollaaaa From Us,
Gotta Trick The Prodaaa On Us,
Or You Get No Punanaaa From Us,
Verse 2:
Can you what, nah, I aint the herb on the ave,
I dont understand the three words can I have,
Even if a nigga rich, with a six to spend puffin,
I spend nothing, so baby spend your mind out my pocket,
All I have to do to penatrate, is spin shorty to the mall,
And show her how quick four g's dissyntergrate,
A cheap nigga and I rub they nose in it,
Spin them through all the stores with sexy clothes in it,
When she see something, she dying to pose in it,
All she getting is a pre-shrunked tee with holes in it,
And when its time to eat, I arch the bucks,
A cheap nigga, yeah bitch, get a Arch Deluxe,
And still fuck, ya paid more than twice the worth,
How I love trickin shit my wife deserve,
And let it, be known now when you see us three dudes,
Call us, I don't gotta Kurt no Marlin the cheap dudes.
Chorus:
You Aint Get Nadaaa From Us,
Not Even A Dollaaaa From Us,
Trickin Beauty Parlors On Us,
Or You Get No Punanaaa From Us,
Verse 3:
You I'm trying to be swollen, but right now I ain't holding,
Hit the lie told them, everything I own is stolen,
Picture that like Brando gave up half he saved up,
Play the cut when dollar eye signs tricks is raised up,
I'm the cheapest, and thats the only way I'm gonna keep this,
Slice I wanna heat this, girls is trying to eat this,
They think we should date, but still wont appriciate,
Neither help with the rate, or you order a decent plate,
I'm a cheap nigga that only provides better poking,
To get her open, send her home with a token,
Put girls in my car, like dropping off for ass fucking,
So what you giving up, ass honey or gas money, pass dummies,
Hows it gonna be if I dont eat,
If I run out, then more than likely its on me, so I'm gone b',
And if I ever win the sweepstakes, I keep papes,
And still live up to being a cheapskate.
Chorus:
You Aint Get Nadaaa From Us,
Not Even A Dollaaaa From Us,
Drinks And The La-La's On Us,
Or You Get No Punanaaa From Us.
You Aint Get Nadaaa From Us,
Not Even A Dollaaaa From Us,
Gotta Trick The Prodaaa On Us,
Or You Get No Punanaaa From Us
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4:36 |
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from Sporty Thievz - Street Cinema (1999)
I want him dead.
I don't care how you do it, I don't care when you do it,
but I just want him dead.
I don't care if you gotta bring him over here with his mother,
but I want him dead.
I want his mother dead, I want his father dead...
I don't care-I want his DOG dead...
(Verse 1)
Sonny pat me down, sat me down, said look at me now
'Kirk, no fucking around, I want you to clap this clown
If you fuck up, then you fucked, best not to fuck
Fuck you fucked then what? FUCK! You think you tough?'
Chill! I need two's to bust, save the anger
And all that hostility, stop grilling me, you killing me, feelin' me?
Guess not...who you want dead? "Vinnie." How much bread?
Shook his head fed and called his man Fred "Yo Fred!"
Fred said, "FUCK you!" Oh fuck me? Lucky
As long as none of you touch me everything'll be lovely
Trust me, where the money at? Sonny tapped Fred, "This is a funny cat
You're black, you get the money when you come back!"
What's that? Whatchu say? Nah you didn't say that
Laid back snatched the gat under my grey hat and said "stay back"
Clack, I don't play that! Shot Fred in his top lip (Ahh!!)
That's for popping shit, and shot Sonny is his dick (Ahhhh!!)
Blew they brains then skipped in a Towncar brown car
Vinnie said, "What? No scars? How'd it go down, par'?"
"Like quicksand." "Damn, here's your thirty-six grand.
Lemme shake your hand, shit man, you're my favorite hit man!"
(Chorus)
Yo we hitmen, charge thirty G's ahead
You might see the ex-poor theivz and want to fled
Instead, blend in with the crowd while we cockin' this
But sudden moves will just make yourself obvious
Gimmie a price that I like, sound good then I might
Take the life of whoever knowing never could do it better
Remember no kids and double for females
Pass the bills, pictures, and details and I'll do the kill
(Verse 2)
Peep the sag, I was fronted two G's by the mob
Two Z's and the Saab for this hitman job
Burnt my hand for initiation, cats told me the situation
Them niggas transporter was lacing
Coke was missing they was shortin' it up
He was supposed to be importin' it up, but he was snortin' it up
So they sent me to his house in a '98 Blazer
Under my toungue, razor, gun pager with the lazer
Jumped out with all black on feeling no love
With the untouched slugs, black mask with the gloves
Ran up in his crib-o with the click-o and seen dick-o
Headed for the door with two tickets to 'Fransisco
Him and his bitch, yo! She was looking type rio
Flower shirt with the straw hat holding parico
Yo chico! Where's the rest of the kilos, we know you got 'em
Red light dot him, spot him on his head, shot him
His girl behind him sobbing reaching for her stocking
A holster strapped to her leg which she had the glock in
She heard me cocking, and still tried to go for hers
(gunshot) Kirk was like, "Damn why you open hers
Before she showed you where the Coca was? Fuck man..."
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Dog it ain't much time for explaining, and you a hitman in training
What to and not to do when the bullets start raining
Killing and maintaining be the key for this academy
Number one: never ever ever point a gat at me
FUCK if it's unloaded, threaten this man's health
Bust me by mistake I'll kill you my DAMN self
Now hold it to the side firm, squeeze 'till they squirm
Use nines for long niggas tec-nines for strong niggas
Never let a contract disrespect your flow
'Cuz you might be next to get it when collecting your dough
But yo, the best target is one that barely moves
German 2's that'll be kept tucked under daily news
Every shot counts with the nigga hired to hit on
You don't want an empty clip with more niggas to shit on
No vest and you get lit on, then you might wanna split man
But shit, man, that's all part of being a hitman
(Conversation with amateur hitman)
(Chorus)
There's three no's to a hitman:
No kids
No mistakes
No witnesses
Class dismissed
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from Sporty Thievz - Street Cinema (1999)
Chorus:
Yo, it's raw footage
Uncut like four hookers
We're stealin and killin 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 killers, I'm on some shit they be on
Hidin' out in Lebanon
House with the intercom
Niggas 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' sex in the Lex'
Contracts with death 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 glass roof on top of me
Cut, cut!
Chorus x2
[Big Dubez]
Uh, uh, Raw Footage nigga, 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
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(chorus)
Passed from old to young, wise to dumb
Somethin' wonder where I got my smarts from, where I got my heart from
Live by the gun, then die by one, your time gon' come
Learned from my pops like father, like son
(verse 1)
The fedz can't bug him, 'cuz to fear him is to love him
'till death hugs him, leavin' the stugs above him
You could try to drug him through his food while he's grubbin'
Half-dead paramedics got to fibulate his rubbin
Cousin was stubbin, chrome couple in the duffle
.357 long-nose potatoe muffle
Nigga stayed in trouble 'till guns sprayed the bubble
Ran out of the car, blood spots layed in puddles
At the funeral mourn niggas poured the henny on him
He was walking on threads, the fedz had plenty on him
Died with the semi on him, now life goes on
Reading the will he said bury me with nice clothes on
And let my wife glow on, leftover ki's while I'm waiting
The cash, combination stashed behind the painting
Give my son everything he's taking, what he wants he can flaunt
The car keys with the red dupont
(chorus)
Yo tone, if your father was alive you wouldn't be out here
Running around wilding, drinking, smoking and shit,
Yo ass would be trying to stay alive and striving for better things in life
You know what I'm sayin? yo fuck that I give up.
(verse 2)
Naw, that can't be tone, who's father got blown alone
In the tropical six, peep seats fancy chrome
Cell phone slow jammin', ice on his throat hanging
Dangling, doin' ninety on sharp roads handling
Can't be him, naw, then he jumped out
Pulled a blunt out, dumb skunk out, then puffed his lungs out
Stuck his tounge out, chick that passed him grabbed him
She all laughing, rubbed his moustache, said he was dazzling
Said call her jasmine and passed him the pen
Said beep him at ten, wrote his number on her skin
Got back in the six, relaxed a bit, flashed and kissed
Some chick snapped the tints, asked him for flicks
He posed holding tits and chips like he was rich
The way he flossed loot was like he hit a law suit
Should've saw dubez, bubling like crisco oil
Ice reflected like foil to a disco ball
(chorus)
Yo, ten o'clock sharp, honey hit him on the hip
Tone comes through the strip, ear to the flip
Spittin' image of his pops with a 4 pail on him
Niggas in the street went and bust around on him
Honey shotgun trying to clown on him
Tone went, whatchu good for? and the bitch went down on him
Now it's on, tone went straight to the estate
Heavily secluded with a guard at the gate
But wait, tone knows hoe's goes with crime
Crime goes with niggas tailing the whole time
That's why he brought em' to the sticks, he was on to them dicks
>from a lad he knew those were the niggas who killed daddy
Told her, bitch, got a surprise, close your eyes, don't wrestle
Put it to her head and said, God bless you
Ran into the crib and went straight for the guns
Peeping the assainants through high-tech surveilence
Like father like son done, but who the last man standing?
Tone ain't goin' out like bruce and brandon
Bombs in the canon, ak's and bazooks
Cocked all of them shits back, said this is for pop dukes
(chorus)
(verse 3)
Of course gotta admit he was smarter than I thought
Buried bodies under the porch and never got caught
Lesson taught: to the smartest, there's always smarter
And first you gotta learn to be a man before you can learn to be a father
(chorus fades)
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A top secret formula had been stolen from the research lab
We had a job to do
We ran all suspects name through R&I and came up with
(King Kirk)
Respond like James Bond to this con named Don
milli ons in his palms sellin' neutron bombs
Time 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, strange
but perfect, showed me circuits and how to work it
Wounds- how to nurse it, weapons- how to burst it
searched it, like a serpent, read the blueprints
dime be with two chinks sportin' links and new minks
Drive 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 holds
if 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 way
Spy way, do or die way, Schwarzenegger, True Lie way!
So I pulled up on the drive way, ran thru the side way
saw his compadres, motherfucker, yippee kay-ah
Die 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 him
Got up tried to spray him, no aim, so I grenade him/
didn't get the Don but the bombs was a factor
Found what I was after, set the reactors
for two minutes, heard laughter and "lieutenant you finished"
It was the Don with a Smitheth, Wessun to my chestun
for a second I thought I was dead, no more said
then I heard shots of lead and lead sped through his forehead
Brando 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 weapon
Runnin thru bricks that niggaz ain't yet step on
Eludin Cop-po, in the eight, inhalin char-coal
They tailin but I'm Indy 500 Monaco
Pigs can't stop no, Sporty Thiev Gestapo,
They sickened against flip whips to saw you slick and
out the fender, yo, no retreat no surrender
To 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 garage
Espio-nage, yo my fate on the rocks
I blow 'em out the box, firin missiles on roadblocks
On the verge on smack-ups, forces callin for back-up
chunked in the trunk, 200 ki's to crack up
Breathe holdin's essential, spy-hunter utensils
four govermentals with four sets of dentals
I'm on a Cannonball Run like Burt Reynolds
Bustin off at the choppers, backin down coppers
(Gunshots)-ooooh!!
(Marlon Brando)
We in the Phillipines, on death row, about to face guillotines
my crew lace marines, stick over and make realer teams
so yo, say hello to my li'l friend, wanna play?
OK! feel ten thru your steel, man
Yo we come together like foreign lea-ders
Livin large in Argen-tina, camouflaged in Kor-ea,
in the bushes where they can't see-us
spin astro 16 silence-face screw ons
Mission impossible, merge em to the Persians
with 2 glocks to my head, enuff cream to flip the script
Got niggaz watchin the Feds, twenty ultra-red
beams comin through my window, tear-gas bleak up my glass,
The smoke blew the crib-bo, the coke moves are ditto
Layin blue in Beirut, sneak-in weed-in Swe-den
Shook the D's in Peru, like a crooked Batman
with no partner but still (robbing/Robin),
trails be mind-bogglin, leave the D's followin
my front man, I be the big man behind the front man
Front man got knocked? Big man still be the trump man
Mix six crews and their glues, skully low smokin ni-ckles
Runnin' up in cold blocks with ic-icles, spray the trey-nickle
guaranteed to hit you, if I miss you
bullets will probably ricochet and nip you
and fall like the Berlin wall
hang 'em off ??the terror spies?? lets make a ball
crooked navy seals with flak-on, sniffin, getting they crack on
I managed to mack on enough oil to put Iraq on, stapped the gats on
for this spy-war, coke lab, helicopter roof, and a cy-borg
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uh uh F! uh uh uh R! uh uh uh uh double E! uh oh KS!
Chorus:
(Freeks!) Everybody got a freek in 'em some with deep in 'em
(Freeks!) 'specially these women just put the dieeck in 'em
(They all Freeks!) Get em horny enuff they'll bug out and flip shit!
(Freeks!) I know chicks that'll suck the blood out your dick
(King Kirk)
I got this freek that'll suck you off in the movie theater
so good that the cats near her, hear her and wanna share her
Mascara on my zipper, then twist and flip her
Hit her like a babysitter watchin' a motion picture
Niggas think she's a stripper by her hips and tits
bitch is so terrific cops don't give her tickets
they all wanna hit it, dyke chicks wanna kiss her
sip her like li-quor, panhandle this tipper
??release mo' and critter??, but I aint no tricker
I'm the nigga that she blowed and showed me what they give her
Deviler me food and come to my house nude, rude
while we screwed, be on the phone with a dude
Freak bitch, smellin' like Vic' Secret, peep this!
Wanted an Eclipse sucked the dealer's dick
and he leased it, bitch pussy longer than tape measure
on point like lie detectors, deeper and wetter than pirate treasures
Chorus (2x)
(Marlon Brando)
If you think im suckin' where I'm f**kin', freek, you crazy
My only MO with the freeks, hit the cheeks then im swazy, baby
Theres nuthin' finer when Im drillin' your vagina,
daddy's steamin' from the semen you spit up on the recliner
Girl, listen your bus money's on the dresser better breeze
Cause I'm expectin my main squeeze any minute now
I don't want this shit to hit the fan, what part don't you understand
Get the f**k out!, see that's your problem bitch
I'm not deaf dumb and blind, you's a deuce perp-in a dime
Huh, a waste of time, I've got nuthin but dick for you tricks
Sctin shy knowin damn well you suck like the Knicks
On the real if my girl walk in your ass is grass (grass),
You won't be the first or the last (last)
I heard a door slam, damn you bitch, I'm caught!
It gets realer, when my girl walks in she said, "I'ma kill her!"
Chorus (2x)
(Big Dubez)
While ??Masai?? chase the cat, its nuthin but the dog in me
Sporty orgies, topless girls ?recordin? me, they keep callin me
I'ma end up getting wet, pouring Moet down the freaky bitch's neck
These hoes be two timin', 24K shinin, in the Lex
They sex drive spent all day climbin
On the strength, only freeks go on a length to know the pimps
givin hints roll the tints, down fast, to show the links
Talk about "Psst, what up? nigga what you doin' later?"
hotels with the cater, you blew, screwed and ate her but Brando made her
Freaky hoe got it hot, she ??bock-a-bocked?? the cocks
of the whole Roc-A-Blok, it ain't nuthin but a Thief thing
Stole your virginity, so let me keep the G-string
Damn you ruffed them handcuffs, you got the dumb
dick in your mouth, I forgot to tell you I was bout to cum
You f**kin freek!
Chorus 2x
F!, R!, double E!, KS!
Chorus
Nahmean? uh uh uh uh uh-uh
Sporty Thievz, Roc-A-Blok
King Kirk, Meckanics, Marlon Brando, Shotcallers
Big Dubez, Y-O,
We all freeks, they all freeks!
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(Female singing to Eurythmics "Here Comes the Rain")
Here comes the...here comes the Feds
Watch out before they knock you and your crew
So don't be a fool stash your jewels
(Marlon Brando)
Hey yo I tried to do it
but Feds jumped out the Buick and blew it
Hopped the fence with my gun drew it bustin through it
I had anutha one if they catch me it's a beat down
I'll run a couple of streets down before I put this heat down
Yo, they had the vest, I had the Tef',
broke my right arm runnin, Mag in the left
run out of breath, just like Clark Kent jumped in the payphone,
"Hello, my shit broke 'cause-o, yo Dubez stay home!
And call King ?Cape Frome? to meet me on Burke,
and stay alert, 'cause I heard Narc's is creepin' on Kirk
but you high too, we'll be in Y-O so drive-thru
make sure you knock two, if the doorbell, it's not you
Yea aight? But still think about keepin the flight,
that Kirk booked, if you agree then we leave tonight"
"Aight aight," it's on hung up, lit one and puffed up
Just waitin for Kirk hurt thinkin how I f**ked up
Chorus(2x):
Yo here comes the Feds, the gig is up
I guess we f**ked up, made our biz corrupt
Just maintain, cats are playin' in Pennsylvain'
Or Maine, on the low an alias, no names
(Big Dubez)
Yo Marlon, what you mean meet on Burke? you off the hook
If they out for a crook that's where they gonna look
Don't get pepped, your best bet, dog, is clear the set
My down low Lynette got the keys to the 'Vette
Tell her "the Milk Turtle", honey know the code, you got heat
and a gang of cash under the seat
Man, f**k! I knew this deal was too sweet
Now we in a heap, of shit that's too deep
It was hard to sniff him out, he played it with the dreads
I f**ked up and just negotiated with the Feds
Only if I put a tail on him, he'll be stuffed in a trunk sick
waiting for slugs to wail on him
Just make it to the airport dog it's gonna work,
Gettin out of state on time, it's on Kirk
I'ma call him, fill him in on how we gotta fly now
I just hope my nigga ain't in cuffs by now
Chorus (2x)
(King Kirk)
Damn! I thought that cat I sold to was from the old school
old dude with the gold tooth I used to know dude
used to push a gold coupe and scoop, mad ice cream
nine-teen he had the white Beam' with the green ??pipe-beam??
had clean hygiene, he stayed with a fresh scent
breath never stink, so chicks called him Peppermint
let me think, oh yea, he got knocked with a key
This cat and his family told me he'd be home at three
bring 4 ki' bags, then sounded official
When I served him I was tipsy, plus needed the chips, G!
I f**ked up, he tricked me, probably comin' to get me
to hit me with three and Marlon it be a conspiracy
Shit! gotta bounce and get out this f**kin house
Call you from down south, I'm out, "No doubt"
Grabbed the keys and the ki's, please gotta breeze
Some G's of cheese, about to leave then "FREEZE!!!"
Damn!
(Don't you f**kin move, put your hands on your head, get on the floor!
Gimme a reason to put a hole in you, gimme a reason!
That's all I need son!)
Chorus
Here comes the...here comes the Feds
Watch out before they knock you and your crew
So don't be a fool stash your jewels
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from The Best Man (베스트 맨) [ost] (1999)
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from Sporty Thievz - Street Cinema (1999)
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 shit 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 shit
You with the paramedics, we on poles doing calisthetics
So yo get the fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 niggas just rolling a dice man
Credit go where credit due
Yo niggas is nice man
Know the game and they caught up in your
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from Sporty Thievz - Street Cinema (1999)
(To the one who we all love the most)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
This joint is dedicated to everybody dead and gone
Everybody gettin it on
Everybody locked up
Everybody on the curb
Everybody in the struggle
It's gon' be aight
We proposin a toast for all a y'all
This one's for y'all man, for everybody, Yo
I neva know when it's my last shot to hug my pops
A smart, hard workin mechanic, who loved his shop
Always told me he lookin out on what's best for me
And use the best of my descretion on my destiny
And all during this phase, you expected straight A's
I had F's, absences, and thirty late days
I understood you thought about, puttin your son in the car
Dad you know I'm sorry you had to find that gun in my drawer
But why order me, tell me school was top priority
Givin mad hints, thinkin like it's got to more to me
Comin home from work, sometime ya mood was stable
Stressed out, just able to keep food on the table
And the way you handle things was like 'Marlon, I'm here to help'
Moms be like 'I'm yellin for my health wit a belt'
I'm tryna' share this wealth, besides my mom and my girl
I propose this toast to the greatest dad in the world
(Hook) 2x
Propose a toast if they here or not here
All my niggas throw them bottles in the mothafuckin air
Dead and gone or alive gettin it on
Coast to coast, propose a toast, and God Bless
(We propose a toast to those
All the ones we love the most)
(Wassup Hap, chillin?)
Same ol', same ol'
You know, tryna' turn this block into a volcano
Blow it up!
Sayin though, wassup wit you
How's the crew and mom dukes
(They aight)
True, true
Me, well, you know my moms died
It's aight, go 'head and cry
You get over it as time flies
I did
(Tears slid from his eylid
He got silent, then he said violent)
My mom's is all I had!
Time to pick the clip up, and do stick ups
To cream whip up and somethin's triple up
Been skippin up all nickled up
Neck icecicled up, best part is
Yo, I don't give a fuck!
Kirk, you still rhymin?
I see you got diamonds
Look like sales is climbin
Nigga, look at you smilin
Kirk before I go, let me give this a cross
At my wake, have my shirt off, and two bottles of Smirnoff
Propose me a toast, I love you, adios
(Hook)
You was that nigga B
And I miss you to death
I couldn't maintain the pain when you left, e'ry breath
A real nigga to the bone, but God called you home
I know you B, know you oversea watchin over me
We became cool when I used to cut school
You were there to care, told me that my peoples upstairs
Lookin out for me, and it wasn't even on yet
Comin home wit freaks, I'm like 'Gene, are they gone yet?'
Gave me the green light dude, go 'head and bang
I ring ya buzzer if they come back, so do ya thang
From there on it was gravy
The Wreckin Crew makin hits, shit spittin in ya crib all crazy
Ain't enough balls to express holdin stress
Never the less, Gene, you was the mothafuckin best
So I bring it to a closing
Them bitch niggas stopped ya time
But they can't stop this toast I'm proposin
(Hook) 4x
(talking)
Yeah, Yeah
This joint right here is dedicated to my man Showtime
My mothafuckin man Q
My man Gene Gotti
My cousin Ray, Jr.
All my niggas locked up that I ain't neva gon' see no more
All my niggas in the struggle
Yo this one's for y'all man
Word up
Yo, yo, propose a toast to all the homeless
Propose a toast to my father man
My man J Black
Aight
Ya'nah'mean
Mr. Dorsey
Everybody out there on the corners
Propose a toast, we proposin a toast for all a y'all man
Throw them bottles in the air, aight
Word up, propose a toast
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