Street Cinema Lyrics - Sporty Thievz

Cousin cousin cousin, I'm pissy drunkin' 

How 'bout I smack you snuff him and buss him 

What then? Nothing, you gon' be shocked like stop 

Your man laying there dropped other laying there shot 

Think not, what come the war burdens for certain 

You be laying with no shirt in the dirt with blood squirting 

Knocked out and stomped out with soles and timbs 

Piss in your face, wake you up, and do the whole shit again 

Smack your men for jumping in, and get our rob on 

Rock on pop gone long gone with your watch on 

When cops swarm exit on some next shit 

You with the paramedics, we on poles doing calisthenics 

So yo, get the fuck away from my car move back 

Aiyyo dudes pop the hatch and get those two bats for these cats 

That get that plus I'm to' from the flo' up, know what? 

Dudes get off me chill let me go fuck that hold 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 running 

Street cinema, street cinematics, streets in it 

Street scenery, ballers in the street winning 

Getting rich off the street, feins in the street spinning 

Many moves spent bent chocola sent 

Moving more dimes a minute then sprint 

If I recall, fuck 'em all the best way to ball 

Never stall with a hundred grand to break ya fall 

Leather glove face smacking 

Go gat waste packing, car burglars car jacking 

Me I'm safe cracking and I'm still in it for life man 

But life's a gamble right? 

So everyday a niggas just rolling a dice man 

Credit go where credit due, yo niggas is nice man 

Know the game and they caught up in your "Where's my slice man?" 

Shouldn't have to say it twice man 

Sign of the rhymes 

Money and marijuana if you ain't catch it the first time 

Me and mine live and shine every segment on the regent 

Coming hard until the jeans look pregnant 

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 running 

Marlon Brando weep concealed with three best the bill 

Aiyo Kirk tell them chill each one wanna clench the bill, for real 

Don't safe cracking resort to face tracking 

Prints computer hacking, niggas skeet through the tracking 

Rock a block packing, nigga stash yo ash 

Either act like you know or you best go ask 

See my Lex go past give niggas the whiplash 

Class smoking grass until the whip crashed 

At last who prays to God for talents to rhyme Lord? 

Time is toured not poured like on the Concorde 

Sit back and laugh, we made it baby shake gravy 

Catch me on 180 with the Yankee Flip Avery 

You sick baby 'cause niggas look different now 

With tighter rhymes written hell niggas is living now 

And we spitting like wow them kids is hot I need a dub 

Nigga we see the love rock a block beat a blood 

We be in a club with girls V.I.P. smoking 

Scoping now she open posing holding Trojans 

This the life we got girls kissing the dice 

Two keys for one rice probably fixing it twice 

Kicking down bikes they fall like dominos 

Fifty in a row 

Rock a block with that kinda dough 

What? 

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 running 

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 running 

Yeah, Y-O in the mother 

Sporty Thievz in the mother 

Rock a block, shot callers 

9-7 and beyond 

And you know what? 

That shit is trash