Testo Raw footage Sporty Thievz

Raw footage

Chorus:
Yo, its raw footage
Uncut like four hookers
Were stealin and killin and ball til the law book us
We [? ? ? ? ? ] your [? ? ? ? ? ] like
Uh-oh to yall crookers
Like no-gooders
Keep knockin if yall wit us

[marlon brando]
Yo, runnin through life with pharaohs in babylon
Like serial killers, Im 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 jamals girls 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
Plans 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
Im tryin to see dynasty
And aint 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 -
Its hard to shake these demons after me
When all I want is more cream than master p
Big d-u-b, man its 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, lifes 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 aint the one you can smart-out
And that box you layin in, nigga? its 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 - its that steel bird nigga - king kirk ass nigga - sporty thievs motherfuckers - yeah - yall niggas is crazy, straight up - how we gon do this? which one of yall 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?
Im in yall 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
whats your name, black?
Most niggas call me selfish
<? >but when I get this grape eight with purple thongs<? >, call me welchs
Kirks 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 its 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 its all good
Start blowin like suge and your dashboards all wood
Rims 18 inch
And your boys switch cars
Like rich stars
Drinkin liquor in strip bars
Puffin cigars
You wont 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
Thatll make you cartwheel over the guard-rail
Cut, cut, cut, cut!
Niggas cant fuck around, cut, cut!

Chorus x2

[tragedy khadafi]
Yeah, yeah...
Sporty thievs...
Iron sheiks...
Q.b....
Yo, yo yo yo yo...
Yo, its funny how the world revolve around cream
On the streets you was a king with one team
Now youre in a cell praying to the unseen
Drag queen - murderous thugs and foul schemes
Gettin your back torn out with loud screams
While Im 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 yall 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, yall niggas know