Lyrics:
to rap up but you can't get down
You don't even know your English, your verb or noun
You're just a sucker MC, you sad face clown
So DMC, and if
this corner, MC Ryan D
And up next is 2Pacalypse
Yo I can rock it on a slow tip
Don't flip, cause I can do this
No shit, won't trip, ain't nothin'
such fun to make up with.
Dream-wise, so haunting,
Heart-wise, so giving,
Life is worth the living
'Cause you've made it plain to see
That
while all these other sucker's phony
When you make it out they say that you're the one and only
I'm the one and only
Got the gun up on me
Run up on me,
Flip flip flip flip flip flip flip flip flip
All you suckers know that I'm the shit
All you suckers know I'm fienda hit
Live life fast you only get
big time in yo state
But around here sucker, you get squeezed like grapes
This a word to the wise, the gravy get chunky
Somebody will pull that steel,
Looking for the answers with a night light
I'll keep looking 'til they shine bright
Still tryna find my feet
I'm still a sucker for the night life
really ain't the rap
Audience that's bugging
It's one or two suckers, ignorant brothers
Trying to rob and steal from one another
You get caught in the mid
it's hard to wake up in the morning
Mind full of demons
I don't wanna hear them anymore
Got me heartbroken, fine
So many babies screaming
Cause they
Why do your name keep bein' brung up? Paper work bein' dug up?
If you ever told on one of your brothers you niggas is suckers
(You niggas is suckers
shit, the wise lies, ooh
Wastin' shit, the wise lies
Wasting shit, the wise lies, ooh
Gettin' down, twerk it up
I learned how to cry
And learned how
crews
But they ain't never paid dues
Suckers perpetratin', playin' hardcore
Punks, I bet you worked at a flower store
You know what eats me up the most?
Of course, no remorse is felt for all you loser crews
I do not care what you do, I always screw up
But when I do, it's nothing like you, I wish you grew up
remorse is felt for all you loser crews
I do not care what you do, I always screw up
But when I do, it's nothing like you, I wish you grew up
You're
Bringing home the bacon fryin' it up in the pan
Here we come sexy yet rough
And we never let you ever forget you're a man
(repeat)
I'm a Nineties
You'll never fit up in my shoes so don't try 'em on
I always tear it up, I'm 'bout as calm as a quiet storm
Legendary lyricist, nice guy persona
My songs
telling lies
No I don’t f*** with snitch they rats
Don’t f*** with my patience or f*** with my wise
I need a few smart chicks To fill up my nights
KRK
I'll still juug on them now
Good everywhere for my folks hold it down
See all my folks throw up the crown
A boss Negus throw up the pound
Always in
need a change 'cause I'm tired of feeling drained
Put a stop sign up, you're not getting any nearer
Wave goodbye to the suckers in my rear-view
outlaw sense of fashion
If I picked her up anything could happen
I'm a sucker for a road side attraction
We traced a line on a tourist map
Took Polaroids
Sick of all that sucker shit we ducking it
Sick of all that sucker shit repugnant
Sick of all that sucker shit we ducking it
Sick of all that sucker
wanted poster in town
For the way I move (move)
I'm public enemy number one (your sexy body)
To the undisco scene
And, kid, if you don't get up your
limousine dreams
I got you all sized up, niggaz wise up
A Fat Beat truck'll be pickin all you guys up
Word to mother, shit is realer than you
on a brand new kind of confusion
Built on wise decisions based on foolish pride
And you wonder why you wasted all this time
Oh Trying to find gold in a salt
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