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Sporty Thievz

Sporty Thievz was a Yonkers, New York hip-hop group, originally a trio, composed of King Kirk (a.k.a. Thieven Stealburg), Big Dubez (a.k.a. Safecracker) and Marlon Bryant Brando (1979-2001) (a.k.a. Robin Hood). They are notable for their parody of TLC's hit "No Scrubs" entitled "No Pigeons", which attempted to tell things from the male perspective, and their song "Hit It Up" on the soundtrack to The Best Man. They are also known for satirically providing a male counterpoint to the female-oriented R&B music popularised in the late 1990s and early 2000s, something that was not done by any other group at the time. But despite the parody, the group have been acknowledged for their lyrical skill, also making other notable hits such as "Cheapskate", which also … more »

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1998

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[Spy 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 through 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 through 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 Philippines, 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, want to play? 
OK! feel ten through 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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