Suckas, Pt. 2

Gangstas for the gangstas (Repeat 4X)

[Verse 1: BooBonic]

Yo, I'm not concerned wit the rhymes you wrote

I'm at the Sixers game seat close enough to trip Kukoc

Niggas mad tryin to catch me slippin

But instead in out of town nigga catch me trippin

I guess I sold out if they don't see me this winter

The only thing I sold out was the CoreStates Center, Chi Ching

Its BooBonic got blocks that stay bouncin

You got baby weights six pounds and nine ounces

I'm heavy out here get your shit together

Tryin to sell it lightweight like Floyd Mayweather

want to hit it like Bonic and get it like Bonic

But that ain't ever happenin you can't spit it like Bonic

Flow poison like be -be -D, I'm sharp and you VHS I'm DVD, Suckas

Motherfuckas ain't lived the life

Playas never commit shit I did your wife, Come on

[Chorus]

I'm the type of nigga get a whole lot of cash

I'm the type of nigga get a whole lot of ass

I'm the type of nigga got a whole lot of class

But I'm the type of nigga that'll pull out fast

Keep them diamonds white and blue

Spend like the rich and your wife will do

Hey that's just me ain't nothin I can do

Plus my whole crew but no not you cause you a sucka

[Verse 2: Mister]

I'm T-I-G-H-T you can ask Michael Jackson who be -A-D

See, I'm a thrilla, gangsta cat feela

Take trips squad out each scared to feel 'em, nigga

Top billa from Grant to Ben Franklin

Cars they never used our whips is grand spankin

Mister got 'em thinkin, ask yourself

See who got the coke, the gun, who profit

You take the pack, no gat so stop it

Bitch we got it poppin, out cally knockin

I wish, wit a dime ass bitch

You rollin, in a Da