- Votes:
- Composers:
- Marlon Bryan
- Kirk Howell
- Shaarod Ford
- David Anthony Willis
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- 90s hip hop
- loved
 
- See also:
Sporty Thievz - Spy Hunter 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!?n
 Busta Bus' made it clear to me
 Rob a club, ??put your hands where my eyes can see?n
 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?n
 Chorus x2
 Sporty Thievz - Spy Hunter - http://motolyrics.com/sporty-thievz/spy-hunter-lyrics.html
 [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 fuck 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??n
 Most niggas call me Selfish
 But when I get this grape eight with purple thongs, call me ??Welch's?n
 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


















