Raw Footage Lyrics by Sporty Thievz

Raw Footage Lyrics

    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' the a-team or is you hatin' like they are?
    Fuck ¡®em all - red my rings, dread my stings
    Dead my flings - cop ? and spread my wings
    See, life'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' in, nigga? it's where you left a part out
    Nigga, eat your heart out
    Either forfeit or hold it
    All you hearin' is ¡°them thief motherfuckers, yo 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 crazy, straight up - how we gon' do this? which one of y'all niggas think you can
    Around? you?

    Niggas wake up, so 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 fact, we can scrap on the traintracks
    And the loser lays flat and get his frame smacked
    ¡°what's your name, black?¡±
    Most niggas call me selfish
    <?>but when i get this grape eight with purple thongs<?>, call me ¡°welch's¡±
    Kirk's the type did a perp' with your wife
    On turnpikes with dirtbikes
    No shirts, with ice
    Word life - so hot i could flame-throw
    Chain glow - like sunshowers, so when it's bright the ice rainbow(bling!)
    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 you, then bop through on a late night and pop you(bow!)
    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
    Cut, cut, cut, cut!
    Niggas can't fuck around, cut, cut!

    Chorus x2

    [tragedy khadafi]
    Yeah, yeah...
    Sporty thievs...
    Iron sheiks...
    Q.b....
    Yo, yo yo yo yo...
    Yo, it'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 war, tryin' 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 - q.b. - el-khadafi
    Holdin' plastic ¡®89s in a drop three
    Yeah - (who you wit?) - iron sheiks, sporty thievs, y'all niggas know

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