Philly'S Most Wanted - Suckas Part 2 (For The Gangsta'S) lyrics

Gangstas for the gangstas

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

Wanna 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 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 on

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

I'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 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 Datsun wishin for a 6

My 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

Uhh, take precaution when I'm flossin

Who 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 at

Blocks 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 it

I 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 cokeheads

Niggas pack tools and say fuck the DTs

And move like cops, only come on TV, Yeah

Straight up crooks got it honest in 'em

They snatch your earrings since triangles and onyx in 'em

Gangstas for the gangstas