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sporty thievz - the spot lyrics

[verse 1: big dubez]
yo, yo, shop open
i’m sitting in position
private line walkie with the jammer
chrome hammer, one in the hole ock, itching to go pop
if i so much to think you ain’t over hear the cop
up top, you got an owl, watching for the feds
operating like two eyes in the back of my head
while i make sure the feigns be clean with straight cheese
chedder short? then i bend ’em up
they okay? send ’em up
mb, hit me in the spot with a creep ho
lazy, got the freak pumping through the peek hole
the block’s shut down, haters making it hot
cuz they ain’t sold a rock since we opened up the spot

[verse 2: king kirk]
got the binocs on the roof, sitting on the stoop eating
peeping the street and keeping eyes on the feigns and cops and cat scheming
it’s getting brisky and windy
look at thinny crackhead -ss selling nitty a bentley
you owe me money

[verse 3: marlon brando]
yo, for months me and the force been watching the drug spot
my knocks love to watch, we cop their mug shots
it’s two repeat felons, niggas selling inhalants
pounds of weed, dust and crack, got ’em on surveillance

(verse 4: king kirk)
is that a cab or nah?
tint’s too dark, look like three men
dudes behind that bm, i can’t see in
watch out, my fault, it’s a cab, i see the tag
here come chad, before you serve the f-g check his bag
don’t trust him, i almost bust him last week, ask pete
but he dashed like an athlete, that nigga -ss cheek
watch it, even though we squashed it, might be conflict
check his pockets for fiber optics and wire objects

[verse 5: big dubez]
i got this
ayo chad what the dilly?
look at you crack silly
former crack willy, f-cked up worse than a cracked philly
who sent you? chad started stuttering son
made me mad so i smacked him with the b-tt of the gun
hit him again and put the gat down
his b-tch -ss p-ssed the pat down
let him go up, then sat down
now it’s starting to rain
here comes elaine with one of our best cusky’s ? ? jermaine

[hook]
ayo niggas clockin’
knocks on the roof watchin’
feigns is boppin’
standin’ on the stoop coppin’
they pay the knocks not to invade the block
they like f-ck it, it’s hot friday lets raid the spot
ayo niggas clockin’
knocks on the roof watchin’
feigns is boppin’
standin’ on the stoop coppin’
they pay the knocks not to invade the block
they like f-ck it, it’s hot friday lets raid the spot

[verse 6: marlon brando]
that kid dubez is inside, rush him when he weigh the rocks
undercover play the block, raid the spot at eight o’clock
you know how bad i wanna nail ’em and cuff ’em
yo we don’t love ’em, i’m like f-ck ’em
gun b-tt ’em and billy club ’em

[verse 7: big dubez]
d-mn, her -ss is fat, whose -ss is that?
?
can’t see from the back, let me ask this cat
yo mack
(what up?)
who that b-tch in the lime green
(irene?)
irene, she look mean in them lime jeans
(i’d f-ck her)
yeah, us both, yo change the note
who playin’ that bus close
look like he clutching toast
stand post, don’t seem right
unusual sight, white taurus and the forest capri at the green light
(nigga hold up)
f-ck, behind what
(nigga i don’t see shit)
wait, wait i see money i been seeing him all day
said f-ck it cuz this clique we with been g’ing him all day
ayo dog keep ’em peeled, i’m playing the hallway

[verse 8: marlon brando]
i need back up, to run up in they spot with the gats out
meanwhile i’m in the mack truck getting my ? fax up
yo bond it’s on now, cuz these little pestilence is no longer my nemesis, ever since the evidence
pictures of brando in the front sending feigns out
leans up with the walkie, like yo we bringin’ fifty beams up
i got my team up, feds with battering rams
crooked scams, pocket money then we grabbing the grams

[verse 9:king kirk]
glocks up, police bikes and blue berettas
like noah, put two and two together
its a raid, dudes grab the cheddar
and run like pacman, they ain’t gonna hang this black man
fed’s jumping out of black vans with battering rams
got d-mn!

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