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Sporty Thievz Street Cinema

up Street cinema, street cinematics, streets in it Street scenery, ballers in the street running Street cinema, street cinematics, streets in it Street scenery, ballers in the street

An angel, an immortal spiritual creature, attendant upon God. An angel, a guardian sent to overlook [echoes] [Verse 1] Ay yo for you crooked cops, the

fence with my gun-drew it, bustin through it I had anutha one, if they catch me it's a beat down I'll run a couple of streets down, before I put this

sharp, honey hit him on the hip Tone comes through the strip, ear to the flip Spittin' image of his pops with a 4 pail on him Niggas in the street went

(To the one who we all love the most) Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah This joint is dedicated to everybody dead and gone Everybody gettin it on Everybody locked

Runnin thru bricks that niggaz ain't yet step on Eludin Cop-po, in the eight, inhalin char-coal They tailin but I'm Indy 500 Monaco Pigs can't stop no, Sporty

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