and released the album "Street Cinema"   not  the 40 Thevz

 Nada  Franchise
 Nada  Shotcallers
 Yeah  Sporty Thievz  Sporty Thievz
 Uh huh  nada

 A Pigeon is a girl who be walkin' by
 My rimmed up blue  brand new sparklin' five
 Her feet hurt so you know she want a ride
 But she frontin' like she can't say hi
 What?

 1 - (Uh oh) Ya'll chicks ain't gettin' nada
 (Uh oh) Your pussy ain't worth the Ramada
 (Uh oh) Anyway your friend looks hotter
 (Uh oh) Game is somethin' we got alot a

 2 - (Uh oh) Cause I don't want no Pigeons
 Them be them girls who gets no dubs from me
 Playin' the bar dumb broke wit her best friend's coat
 Tryin' to holler at me

 I don't want no Pigeons
 Them be them girls who gets no dubs from me
 Playin' the bar dumb broke wit her best friend's coat
 Tryin' to holler at me

 In the front of the club I see this girl like, "Yo love"
 Thought she said thug but she called me a scrub
 Scrub? What? She musta talk me a joke
 Broke Pigeonhead freak, you lucky I spoke
 This ain't my Benz there, it's my man's, yeah
 But this ain't my car like that ain't your hair
 (Uh-Oh) Pigeon, take them fake jewels off
 (Uh-oh) Pigeon, take your friend's shoes off
 (Uh-Oh) Pigeon, the hell with that crazy shit
 Ya'll make me sick, go home and fuckin' babysit
 My big dogs don't love this
 King Kirk bitch, get a brush, and scrub this (right)

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 Yo, chill cousin, these birds is ill cousin
 Cause they call me scrub like we can't even bill cousin
 Trick Ronald's, you ain't worth the McDonalds
 Throw you on the street team, make you shit vinyls
 Hey yo Flex, shorty tried to flash me wrong
 How she gonna wear sandals wit nasty corns?
 That be wrong
 I wonder how you get hearts
 In dirty Victoria draws with the skidmarks
 Uh, ya flat ass gets enough laughs
 Take it to the salon, pluck ya mustache
 So next time you shotgun, and that hoe bitchin'
 Hittin' you a scrub, call that bitch a Pigeon

 Hey yo, I got two nuts bitch, choose a ball
 You only walk Pigeon-toed cause ya shoes are small
 You don't shop, you just cruise the mall
 No dough, with Lee Press-Ons
 Frontin' with ya girlsfriend dress on
 You birds wanna take over?
 Get some cash and a Jenny Jones makeover
 Broke Bitches, I hate Pigeons
 Dirty braid Pigeons, medicaid Pigeons, Section Eight Pigeons
 Got me fed, burned I tell these birds Shutup
 And how my left ear be double her whole getup
 Go ahead with your lame ass, blow at night
 Throw a ripped dolla at her, tell her put that on her depraved ass

 If you got more than one baby father
 Oh yes girl, we's talkin to you
 If you strip all week to go clubbin'
 Oh yes girl, we's talkin to you
 Buy a dress to front and take it back to the store
 Oh yes girl, we's talkin to you
 Wanna smoke wit me, wit no money
 Oh no, I don't want no

 No Pigeons
 No Pigeons

 (Digi' rules)
 Greet your highness, Queen's finest
 Gleam shin as three clip street fighters
 Deep dish Jeep riders
 Outlandish in they expanded rover
 Passenger in my own whip, yeah that's my chauffer
 I rap for ya, that's my culture
 When I holla holla like Ja Rule
 You in a trance from the god's jewels
 Glance at my car, drool
 Ran like the concourse
 Wonderin' damn, how much the car cost?
 Ya just another fan, applause, encores
 And when I fly through world tours on Concords
 Don't need no chicken drippin, save that for Lipton
 No scrubs here, strictly Mo' Thugs, dear
 Check the listings, no Pigeons
 Flat broke chicks, out to get rich off the next bro's shit
 Instead of TLC, you give us brotha's B.I.G. trouble
 We're just Sporty Thievz, huddle game with the illest rebuttal

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 No Pigeons
 No Pigeons
 No Pigeons