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Suckas, Pt. 2 (For Da Gangsta's)

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Gangstas for the gangstas

Gangstas for the gangstas

Gangstas for the gangstas

Gangstas for the gangstasYo, 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've sold out, if they don't see me this winter

The only thing I sold out was the Core States Center

It's BooBonic, got blocks that stay bouncin'

You got baby weights, six pounds and nine ouncesI'm heavy out here, get your shit together

Tryin' to sell it lightweight, like Floyd Mayweather

Wanna hit it like Bonic and get it like Bonic

But then ain't ever happenin', you can't spit it like BonicFlow poison like B B 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 onI'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 fastKeep them diamonds white and blue

Spend like the rich and your wife would do

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

Plus, my whole crew but no, not you 'cause you's a suckaI'm T I G H T, you can ask Michael Jackson who B A D

See, I'm a thrilla, gangsta cat feela

Take trips squad out each [Incomprehensible]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 profitYou 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 Datsun, wishin' for a 6My neck stay froze, reminds me of the roads

Hoes, see the ice and they lose control

My chain the main reason last winter was cold

Take precaution when I'm flossin'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 fastKeep them diamonds white and blue

Spend like the rich and your wife would do

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

Plus, my whole crew but no, not you 'cause you's a suckaWho wanna see that cat wit the crown on the P at?

B-Mac, Philly can y'all be that, see that

Hit where the heat at, see thin sticks where your weed at

Streets and strips where I be atBlocks where my heart at, 44 bulldog bought back cats

Where they park at, off that

Back to the drugs like Rite Aid, Walgreen's, Eckerd's

Mac serve all things check itI buck stank, Coke move the best at night

And got nicknames for smokers like Wesley Pipes

Roberta Crack, Puff Daddy, Jennifer Dopez

You know the bucks always gotta fuck wit them coke headsNiggas pack tools and say fuck the DTs

And move like cops, only come on TV

Straight up crooks got it honest in 'em, they snatch

Your earrings since triangles and onyx in 'em, gangstas, what?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 fastKeep them diamonds white and blue

Spend like the rich and your wife would do

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

Plus, my whole crew but no, not you 'cause you's a suckaGangstas for the gangstas

Gangstas for the gangstas

Gangstas for the gangstas

Gangstas for the gangstasGangstas for the gangstas

Gangstas for the gangstas

Gangstas for the gangstas

Gangstas for the gangstas

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