Roc A Bloc in dis muthafucka (Uh! Oh!)
 Sporty Theivz in this muthafucka (Uh! Oh!)
 Pacewon in this muthafucka (Uh! Oh!)
 Eyewitness in this muthafucka (Uh! Oh)

 [Verse 1] Sporty Theivz

 Chill Cousin
 Send in the Narcs  it's website's in it they cocks
 Wit niggaz thats hot wit rocks in they cigarete box
 Legitamite spotz  rock's on the grim rim watch
 Swimmin in crops  Spot hot simerin rocks
 Remeber to drop the gun right in front of the cops
 Some of them shots was locked but they wanted to pop
 In front of the lock now bigger niggaz runnin your block
 Sellin you shop, every weeks bag a couple hundered, don't stop
 Hey yo, where your gun at, ooh that's nice niga run that
 And sum that cat, leave yo jacket ?
 Come back wit gas they want they bullets from gunnin me (oh word?)
 In front of me suddenly, like they down to put one in me
 But y'all aint runnin me, y'all ain't nuttin but reasoners
 Nigga we can fight monday and everyday till the week ends
 Behind your curtains peekin, you the softest goner
 For your bitch, run up off her like, ?GET OFF THIS CORNER?
 Outside wit dead weights who dat in the red eight?
 Anotha shook nigga drivin, keepin his head straight
 When the L start rollin niggaz get they cell stolen
 Drinkin and blowin and the party's still goin

 [Pacewon]

 Yo Yo
 Bitches chasin after me
 To No Limit like Master P
 Got a Life To Live like Ericka Kane I stare at the pane
 I smile and I chuckle, trunks sayin ?Fuck you?
 My style of rhyme make em walk like a duck do
 Curious about the MC's that I cut through
 Wit a razor it's the Pacer, spray stuff that fuck yo face up
 It's kinda like Foreman fightin Fraiser, break yo boy's bonez
 Step inside the ring more quick than Roy Jonez
 Pack the 9 m.m. alloy chrome
 Why y'all walk around wit a paranoid dome
 Pacewon for life Roc-A-Bloc drop the madness
 Savage for my hip hop niggaz makin cabbage


 [Verse 2] Sporty Theivz

 Yo Yo Now if it wasn't for the Bronx (uh huh)
 Kirk Wouldn't loop it, and I woulnd't be here makin rapperz look stupid
 I coulda went to school wit you, might even be cool wit you
 But I'll blow you Ha like I don't know you Ha
 And it's nothin personal, maybe the wrong day
 Or you spit the wrong rhyme and I took it the wrong way
 I can rock or not rock a rock, rock a drug, all courtesy of RoC-A-Bloc
 Rock a glock in case I need to topz to pop, I aint curse but that's good yo
 I'm tryin to stop, man FUCK y'all, damn i just did it again
 Like tellin my girl ? FUCK OFF ? then hit it again
 Like tryin to stop smokin then just FLit it again, Flit it again
 Like a Nigga wont get it again
 This is my game, and i'll ball till the death
 Sendin girls home wit the smell of BALLZ on they breath
 Wha

 [Verse 3] Sporty Theiv$

 Hats and broads knock my shit in cars
 Astranaunts beep me from the starz, say they got my shit in Mars
 Even as far as The Wizard of Oz spittin bars
 Define gravity laws like star wars, guard doors
 lock yo car doors, hardcore till my heart pause
 Fuck shrimp, ? wit tartar sauce
 Force knock u hard in the streets
 make it hard to bring you back like it's weed and
 You lost your receipt, fuck sweet and far from it,
 which one of y'all want it?
 Hundered shop by the hundred, y'all cats will never want it
 Gun it, cats get blunted, roll they tree up
 Put yo G up, lose it all, spray yo V up
 See wha, who? me?
 Neva