Lyric Raw Footage - Sporty Thievz

Lyric Song Raw Footage:

Chorus
Yoit 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
Yorunnin through life with pharaohs in Babylon
Like serial killersI 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
Marloncrazy 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
Cutcut!

Chorus x2

Big Dubez
UhuhRaw Footage niggaSporty ThievsBig Dubezuh huhBig Dubezcheck 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 Bman it s never easy
Being a C Z A R
Feel meplay er
A million ways to eat do you know what they are
You wit the A Team or is you hatin like they are
Fuck ‘em all red my ringsdread my stings
Dead my flings cop and spread my wings
Seelife s a bitch and I hit ‘er for one thing
Long dick her ‘til I hear her sing
“Ch ching ch ching!”
Busta Bus made it clear to me
Rob a club“put your hands where my eyes can see”
Leave ‘em there
Nigga outsmart me I ain t the one you can smart out
And that box you layin innigga It s where you left a part out
Niggaeat your heart out
Either forfeit or hold it
All you hearin is “Them Thief motherfuckersyo they stole it”

Chorus x2

King Kirk
Yeah it s that steel bird nigga King Kirk ass nigga Sporty Thievs motherfuckers yeah y all niggas is crazystraight up How we gon do this Which one of y all niggas think you can fuck around You

Niggas wake upso we can get this cake up
Sums we can break up
And hold so much weight we take space up
Stay truck
Mad hoes stay fucked say what
I m in y all bitch niggas face like make up
Straight up we can spar ‘til we see Allah
Or take it to the FDR ‘til one of us wrecks they car
A matter of factwe can scrap on the traintracks
And the loser lays flat and get his frame smacked
“What s your nameblack”
Most niggas call me Selfish
But when I get this grape eight with purple thongscall me “Welch s”
Kirk s the type did a perp with your wife
On turnpikes with dirtbikes
No shirtswith ice
Word life so hot I could flame throw
Chain glow like sunshowersso when it s bright the ice rainbowBling!
Cats is wired like phone poles
Instead of throwin blows
They let chrome go
And duck po po
And play low pro
In the next state
‘Til Jake see ‘em in the lake with eight in they chest plate
Niggas test weight when you play they ‘hood like it s all good
Start blowin like Suge and your dashboard s all wood
Rims 18 inch
And your boys switch cars
Like rich stars
Drinkin liquor in strip bars
Puffin cigars
You won t get far ‘fore they stop you
Watch youthen bop through on a late night and pop youbow!
Brag they shot you and celebrate
Make their props elevate from featherweight to heavyweight
I know cats that talk with they mouths closed like Garfield
Speak on hard steel
That ll make you cartwheel over the guard rail
Cutcutcutcut!
Niggas can t fuck aroundcutcut!

Chorus x2

Tragedy Khadafi
Yeahyeah
Sporty Thievs
Iron Sheiks
QB
Yoyo yo yo yo
Yoit s funny how the world revolve around CREAM
On the streets you was a king with one team
Now you re in a cell praying to the Unseen
Drag queen murderous thugs and foul schemes
Gettin your back torn out with loud screams
While I m on the scene with rings and nice things
Nothing compares to the heat my gat bring
Swervin black suburban wrapped in turban
Puttin work in pop charts plus the urban
Niggas love it hear my shit and wanna thug it
Have y all niggas goin to wartryin to slug it
Sporty Thievs Iron Sheiks and Ski beats
Go together like dimes and silk sheets
Still creep daishiki get left leaky
Who you wit Thug shit wit
Mahdi QB El Khadafi
Holdin plastic ‘89s in a drop three
Yeah who you wit Iron SheiksSporty Thievsy all niggas know