Uh! Oh! Lyrics - Pacewon

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 !!!