Suckas

Know what I know y'all to do?

c'mon, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce (B-Double O-be -O-N-I-C)

(M-are-Dot- M-A-N)

Uh, Most Wanted, nigga!

Verse 1: Boobonic

(What's a sucka?)

The type nigga run around frontin'

Aim with the click but still be Most Wanted

(What's a sucka?)

The type that start it but won't finish it

Act like a thug but he really wasn't in this shit

(Suckas)

The type that ain't gettin' no cheddar

And can't afford Cris so he save Mo better

(Suckas)

The type that hate to mention that we buzzin

But quick to tell a bitch that me and Mr. is cousins

(You know, suckas)

Thanks to you, he had to die

But you only shot back 'cause you were scared and was high

(Suckas)

Like to run his mouth like a bitch

Cocktail him and he's looking at 10, and then he snitch

(Suckas)

The type front like he got ends

And his whip paint his different numbers off of his Benz

(Suckas)

You know the type that never had nothin

Soon as I fuck a bitch he got to have something

(Suckas)

You know Bonic know that type cat

I ask is that your bitch you like "We ain't like that"

(Suckas)

Fist name Tommy, last Tucker

I leave you I'm talking about you motherfucker

(Hook X4 {Mr. and Boo)

It's funny how, now, girls they hooch out

Most Wanted gettin' money and them niggas hot now

Verse 2: Mr. Man

What's a sucka?

The type who see me and turn jell

(Suckas)

Say my chain ain't platinum he can tell

When he put it in his hand

and weigh it like it's a scale

(Suckas)

Play thugs till you see 'em in jail

(Sucka shit)

Hate on you quick in front of chicks

You see 'em and they be like

"Man I ain't say that dumb shit!"