Chorus:
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Yo, it's raw footage
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Uncut like four hookers
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We're stealin and killin and ball ¡®til the law book us
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We [?????] your [?????] like
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Uh-oh to y'all crookers
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Like no-gooders
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Keep knockin' if y'all wit' us
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[Marlon Brando]
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Yo, runnin through life with pharaohs in Babylon
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Like serial killers, I'm on some shit they be on
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Hidin' out in Lebanon
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House with the intercom
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Niggas is wild John to see the sinister on
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Money like Maffia
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[???] and [????]
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¡®Til feds get wise on ya
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Change your face move to Bosnia
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Czechoslovakia
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With Jamal's girl's shape on
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And more make-up on
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Talkin' to Liz Claiborne
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Marlon Brando at the table with the large cat
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Holdin' a raw pack
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Vietnamese straw hat
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Smellin' sex in the Lex'
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Contracts with death threats
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Tryin' to stop my breath
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With holes in my left chest
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Marlon, crazy Harlem
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Ballin' with Nicaraguans
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Plan's complex - enough to shake Kuwait squadrons
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Cuban sergeant - you get kissed on both cheeks
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Welcome to the family - if not then where you wan' eat?
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We in the Al Capone Suite - La Fam' and my bed lady
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My sweaters shed crazy - 180 below the red Avery
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I'm tryin' to see Dynasty
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And ain't nothin' stoppin me
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From private property
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With the glass roof on top of me
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Cut, cut!
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Chorus x2
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[Big Dubez]
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Uh, uh, Raw Footage nigga, Sporty Thievs, Big Dubez, uh-huh, Big Dubez, check it... Uh oh!
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Check it -
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It's hard to shake these demons after me
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When all I want is more cream than Master P
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Big D-U-B, man it's never easy
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Being a C-Z-A-R
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Feel me, play-er?
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A million ways to eat - do you know what they are?
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You wit' the A-Team or is you hatin' like they are?
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Fuck ¡®em all - red my rings, dread my stings
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Dead my flings - cop ? and spread my wings
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See, life's a bitch and I hit ¡®er for one thing
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Long-dick her ¡®til I hear her sing
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¡°Ch-ching ch-ching!¡±
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Busta Bus' made it clear to me
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Rob a club, ¡°put your hands where my eyes can see¡±
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Leave ¡®em there
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Nigga outsmart me? I ain't the one you can smart-out
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And that box you layin' in, nigga? It's where you left a part out
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Nigga, eat your heart out
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Either forfeit or hold it
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All you hearin' is ¡°Them Thief motherfuckers, yo they stole it¡±
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Chorus x2
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[King Kirk]
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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 fuck around? You?
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Niggas wake up, so we can get this cake up
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Sums we can break up
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And hold so much weight we take space up
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Stay truck
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Mad hoes stay fucked - say what?
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I'm in y'all bitch niggas face like make-up
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Straight up - we can spar ¡®til we see Allah
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Or take it to the FDR ¡®til one of us wrecks they car
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A matter of fact, we can scrap on the traintracks
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And the loser lays flat and get his frame smacked
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¡°What's your name, black?¡±
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Most niggas call me Selfish
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<?>But when I get this grape eight with purple thongs<?>, call me ¡°Welch's¡±
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Kirk's the type did a perp' with your wife
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On turnpikes with dirtbikes
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No shirts, with ice
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Word life - so hot I could flame-throw
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Chain glow - like sunshowers, so when it's bright the ice rainbow(Bling!)
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Cats is wired like phone poles
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Instead of throwin' blows
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They let chrome go
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And duck po-po
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And play low-pro
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In the next state
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¡®Til Jake see ¡®em in the lake with eight in they chest-plate
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Niggas test weight when you play they ¡®hood like it's all good
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Start blowin' like Suge and your dashboard's all wood
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Rims 18 inch
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And your boys switch cars
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Like rich stars
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Drinkin' liquor in strip bars
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Puffin' cigars
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You won't get far - ¡®fore they stop you
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Watch you, then bop through on a late night and pop you(bow!)
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Brag they shot you and celebrate
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Make their props elevate - from featherweight to heavyweight
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I know cats that talk with they mouths closed like Garfield
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Speak on hard steel
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That'll make you cartwheel over the guard-rail
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Cut, cut, cut, cut!
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Niggas can't fuck around, cut, cut!
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Chorus x2
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[Tragedy Khadafi]
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Yeah, yeah...
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Sporty Thievs...
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Iron Sheiks...
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Q.B.. |