Suckas, Pt. 2 (for Da Gangsta's) Lyrics - Singles - Philly's Most Wanted

Gangstas for the gangstas 

Gangstas for the gangstas 

Gangstas for the gangstas 

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'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 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 then 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 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 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 [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 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 

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 fast 

Keep 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 sucka 

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 coke heads 

Niggas 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 fast 

Keep 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 sucka 

Gangstas for the gangstas 

Gangstas for the gangstas 

Gangstas for the gangstas 

Gangstas for the gangstas 

Gangstas for the gangstas 

Gangstas for the gangstas 

Gangstas for the gangstas 

Gangstas for the gangstas