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Versuri-versuri.ro > Versuri Litera S > Versuri Sporty Thievz > Street Cinema - Spy HunterSpy Detail: There was a 498 DS  
 A top secret formula had been stolen from the research lab  
 We had a job to do  
 We ran all suspects name through R&I and came up with  
  
 (King Kirk)  
 Respond like James Bond to this con named Don  
 milli ons in his palms  sellin' neutron bombs  
 Time 6 a.m.  agent mayhem and eight men  no maybe ten  
 came to scoop me in the Benz in the ??Graham??  
 Money involved? Say when  gave me a beige Range and thangs  
 but they claimed the Range changed to a plane, strange  
 but perfect, showed me circuits and how to work it  
 Wounds- how to nurse it, weapons- how to burst it  
 searched it, like a serpent, read the blueprints  
 dime be with two chinks sportin' links and new minks  
 Drive a six with dark tints and one of the chinks  
 named Dinks and Dinks always drinks so he thinks he's invinc'  
 Other chinks a wimp, but Teflon's his vest holds  
 if he think you gonna roll, he'll put holes in your dress code/  
 Time to load and hit the highway, I'ma do it my way  
 Spy way, do or die way, Schwarzenegger, True Lie way!  
 So I pulled up on the drive way, ran thru the side way  
 saw his compadres, motherfucker, yippee kay-ah  
 Die hard!, nigga yelled "my God!", caught an Uzi scar,  
 hit the tar, other bullet to the car, "Ah!"  
 Time to pay him back, time to fade him  
 Got up tried to spray him, no aim, so I grenade him/  
 didn't get the Don but the bombs was a factor  
 Found what I was after, set the reactors  
 for two minutes, heard laughter and "lieutenant you finished"  
 It was the Don with a Smitheth, Wessun to my chestun  
 for a second I thought I was dead, no more said  
 then I heard shots of lead and lead sped through his forehead  
 Brando with the ammo and Dubez with the Uz'  
 Move into plane rovers, motherfucker, we spy hunters  
  
 (Big Dubez)  
 Big Dubez, Billy D, four-five, concealed weapon  
 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 Thiev Gestapo,  
 They sickened against flip whips to saw you slick and  
 out the fender, yo, no retreat no surrender  
 To the fullest, that's why my toys deflect bullets!  
 On the cell like "Who in charge? Get me the sarge"  
 Your squad car next, your fam reached my garage  
 Espio-nage, yo my fate on the rocks  
 I blow 'em out the box, firin missiles on roadblocks  
 On the verge on smack-ups, forces callin for back-up  
 chunked in the trunk, 200 ki's to crack up  
 Breathe holdin's essential, spy-hunter utensils  
 four govermentals with four sets of dentals  
 I'm on a Cannonball Run like Burt Reynolds  
 Bustin off at the choppers, backin down coppers  
  
 (Gunshots)---ooooh!!  
  
 (Marlon Brando)  
 We in the Phillipines, on death row, about to face guillotines  
 my crew lace marines, stick over and make realer teams  
 so yo, say hello to my li'l friend, wanna play?  
 OK! feel ten thru your steel, man  
 Yo we come together like foreign lea-ders  
 Livin large in Argen-tina, camouflaged in Kor-ea,  
 in the bushes where they can't see-us  
 spin astro 16 silence-face screw ons  
 Mission impossible, merge em to the Persians  
 with 2 glocks to my head, enuff cream to flip the script  
 Got niggaz watchin the Feds, twenty ultra-red  
 beams comin through my window, tear-gas bleak up my glass,  
 The smoke blew the crib-bo, the coke moves are ditto  
 Layin blue in Beirut, sneak-in weed-in Swe-den  
 Shook the D's in Peru, like a crooked Batman  
 with no partner but still (robbing/Robin),  
 trails be mind-bogglin, leave the D's followin  
 my front man, I be the big man behind the front man  
 Front man got knocked? Big man still be the trump man  
 Mix six crews and their glues, skully low smokin ni-ckles  
 Runnin' up in cold blocks with ic-icles, spray the trey-nickle  
 guaranteed to hit you, if I miss you  
 bullets will probably ricochet and nip you  
 and fall like the Berlin wall  
 hang 'em off ??the terror spies?? lets make a ball  
 crooked navy seals with flak-on, sniffin, getting they crack on  
 I managed to mack on enough oil to put Iraq on, stapped the gats on  
 for this spy-war, coke lab, helicopter roof, and a cy-borg
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