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"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 s***s to let 'em know "at 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (repeat 8x)
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