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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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| 4:13 | ||||
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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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| 5:13 | ||||
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| 3:37 | ||||
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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| 4:10 | ||||
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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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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| 4:15 | ||||
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| 4:32 | ||||
(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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| 4:40 | ||||
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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| 3:26 | ||||
[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 |