Top 10 List Lyrics - Master Ace

"at 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (repeat 4x) 

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4 

3, 2, 1 reasons you'll never be this raw 

My crew is representing for bk, don't play 

Or you might have to get crime watch around your way 

Cause brooklyn keep on taking it, still from way back 

Say black, trying to get that fortune like sajak 

There must be at least twenty reasons you can't win and 

In this rap game you're hopeless, here's a top ten: 

10's very simple and plain, it's petty crime 

It's only '94 when you wrote your first rhyme 

And now you think you got more skil than power tools 

But never could your feet fit up in our shoes 

You only got one delivery 

One-dimetional rappers is dead as chivalry 

Don't get your spot blown up, block sewn up 

I lift mc's to tone up, rip your zone up 

I got more flavors than women's douche 

Make ends with mexicans and rock dreads in flatbush 

9, you can't see mine, can't find mine 

Can't do mine, step to mine, when my crew find 

A fronting-ass nigga, we get in this 

You don't want to get beat and boxed like biz 

You ain't wild cause you run with wild kids 

Now the chorus is gonna tell you what 8 and 7 is 

"at 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (repeat 8x) 

6, I bury that ass like halle 

All up on tracks like a trolly, my golly 

Like bob marley, we jammin', by all means 

And real gangsters don't talk shit in magazines 

5, never judge a rapper by the song he make 

Some of the coolest rapping niggas will drop your ass in a lake 

And on the other hand, some of them screaming "keep it real" 

Their video's the only time they ever busted steel 

4, you don't phase me, this ain't star trek 

I know where you park your cars at, as far as that 

Beef that's going on in all these spots 

In parking lots, niggas pop more shit than shots 

Funny, dummy, lyrics don't stun me 

If I was your only pair of pants, you still couldn't run me 

Out this rap game, it's i.n.c. for life 

Niggas gonna know soon, cause brownsville's trife 

All up in the mix like blenders 

Offenders, life enders, whatever genders, don't offend us 

Coming at you, gonna catch you, and when we find you 

Don't lose count, let me remind you 

"at 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (repeat 8x) 

One two, one two, this be number trey 

Might be in the game, but I don't think you wanna play 

I'm coming with the flav, getting more rich than bay 

I say, this master jam more than jay 

And two is, my crew is, coming with the newest 

Can't do us, knock your teeth out trying to cue us 

You want to step to us, come clean on the scene 

Without the drama, my team making all the green 

I'm in your spleen, no afro with mad sheen 

In my ride, young teen girls getting mean 

Every day just like mary j. 

I'm downtown brooklyn where niggas play 

The corners and blocks like street lamps, I beat champs 

In rapping, leaving niggas wondering what happened 

And that be the number one reason you can't flow 

But bring back the other two shits to let 'em know 

"at 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (repeat 8x)