Uh! Oh! (Letra)

Sporty Thievz

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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 !!!

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Uh,Oh (Letra)

Monica

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Have you ever slipped up & caught up in something
Criminating evidence uh oh oh uh
Didn’t pay attention when you thought you were creepin’
You thought you kept on the low oh oh uh oh
I thought I had my game tight until I got caught up in the night
Cause I didn’t turn off my cell phone on on
Heard everything I said & I was so busted & all could say was Uh Oh

[HOOK]
Betta what them 2 ways (It will get ya caught up)
Caller ID will (It will get caught up)
Message on the voicemail(it’ll get ya caught up)
Them shady friends that go & tell(caught up, caught up)
Uh Oh, Uh Oh, Uh Oh, Uh Oh …

Now one time I caught this guy in a really crazy lie
I guess he thought I did know oh oh oh
So I didn’t say a word about what I had heard
Then had to see how far he would go oh oh oh
Cause the girl, he was talking to was cool this girl I already knew
Then everything they did, you know she told old old
So I stopped by his crib when I knew she’s be with him
And all that he could say Uh Oh

[HOOK]
Everything you in the dark you know it’s
gonna have to come to the light
So you’re gonna run out of luck if yo’ game ain’t tight
And ya get caught up
All my homegirls listen to Mo’
Stay on top of the game so your man will never know
Why not fella just keep it low
So your girls won’t have to hear you say
Uh Oh

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Uh Oh (Letra)

Big Ed

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[master p]
Big ed, fiend, mystikal.
You all get in, get the motherfuckin money.
And if anybody moves, huh, buck em.

It’s a 211, don’t make it a 187
It’s a 211, don’t make it a 187
It’s a 211, don’t make it a 187
It’s a 211, don’t make it a 187

Where they at, where they at, get the gat, get the gat
Where they at, where they at, get the gat, get the gat
Where they at, where they at, get the gat, get the gat
Where they at, where they at, get the gat

[mystikal]
When mystikal hits the door it go (door squeak)
Fifty cent they goin get ????
I got the things on fire let em burn
Kill everybody plus the women and the churn
Nigga huh, nigga what you goin learn
Where i’m a put you bitch you aint goin return
Get it straight like your hair when you perm
I’m a streak like comin from my sperm
I hope it stick like a motherfuckin fern
Bitch i make ten times what you earn
And for all you bitches concerned
A 211, a 187 goin be confirmed

[master p]
It’s a 211, don’t make it a 187
It’s a 211, don’t make it a 187
It’s a 211, don’t make it a 187
It’s a 211, don’t make it a 187

[fiend]
Womp womp, womp womp
Way i feel with these twin glocks, goin up when the pin drops
And all you fat hogs, chop down it’s a thin cop
Or feel hot, you meet my richer nigga taker
With balls on my caper and find her if you gotta maker
Braker, two one one, with my two new guns
Love to see you run, i just use your come
Gun cooked, unhooked for tryin to reach
Including my strap so i unleash the beast
I dare you preach, you got way more then me
And it’s just somethin i couldn’t ignore you see
Better up somethin, or me and my shottie goin buck up somethin
Snuff somethin, and then night, and slowly cut somethin

[master p]
It’s a 211, don’t make it a 187
It’s a 211, don’t make it a 187
It’s a 211, don’t make it a 187
It’s a 211, don’t make it a 187

[big ed]
P point out the house, watch me run up in this bitch
Nigga come out that rug, don’t make me bust your shit
Nigga dust your shit, hit em with cocain and dope
And after all of my shows i’m gettin head from hoes
Hypnotized by the way that stripper blast
She shoots me deep in a trance
But look in my tru shit fast or i’m ready to ass
Dont you make a motherfuckin sound
My pistol is pionted right between your frown
Nigga get down on the fuckin ground
With my kids gotta eat rob everybody around
Pull akickdoe (boom), breakin niggas off
Shit get shady when decks em with the sawed off

[master p]
It’s a 211, don’t make it a 187
It’s a 211, don’t make it a 187
It’s a 211, don’t make it a 187
It’s a 211, don’t make it a 187

Uh oh!
See, we can do this the motherfuckin right way.
Just give me the motherfuckin money.
Nobody moves, nobody hurt.
That’s it!
Bitch, don’t fuckin move, now look what you made me do.