"At 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (Repeat 4x)
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10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
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3, 2, 1 reasons you'll never be this raw
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My crew is representing for BK, don't play
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Or you might have to get Crime Watch around your way
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Cause Brooklyn keep on taking it, still from way back
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Say black, trying to get that fortune like Sajak
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There must be at least twenty reasons you can't win and
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In this rap game you're hopeless, here's a top ten:
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10's very simple and plain, it's petty crime
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It's only '94 when you wrote your first rhyme
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And now you think you got more Skil than power tools
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But never could your feet fit up in our shoes
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You only got one delivery
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One-dimetional rappers is dead as chivalry
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Don't get your spot blown up, block sewn up
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I lift MC's to tone up, rip your zone up
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I got more flavors than women's douche
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Make ends with Mexicans and rock dreads in Flatbush
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9, you can't see mine, can't find mine
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Can't do mine, step to mine, when my crew find
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A fronting-ass nigga, we get in this
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You don't want to get beat and boxed like Biz
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You ain't wild cause you run with wild kids
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Now the chorus is gonna tell you what 8 and 7 is
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"At 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (Repeat 8x)
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6, I bury that ass like Halle
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All up on tracks like a trolly, my golly
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Like Bob Marley, we jammin', by all means
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And real gangsters don't talk shit in magazines
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5, never judge a rapper by the song he make
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Some of the coolest rapping niggas will drop your ass in a lake
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And on the other hand, some of them screaming "Keep it real"
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Their video's the only time they ever busted steel
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4, you don't phase me, this ain't Star Trek
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I know where you park your cars at, as far as that
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Beef that's going on in all these spots
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In parking lots, niggas pop more shit than shots
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Funny, dummy, lyrics don't stun me
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If I was your only pair of pants, you still couldn't run me
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Out this rap game, it's I.N.C. for life
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Niggas gonna know soon, cause Brownsville's trife
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All up in the mix like blenders
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Offenders, life enders, whatever genders, don't offend us
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Coming at you, gonna catch you, and when we find you
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Don't lose count, let me remind you
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"At 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (Repeat 8x)
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One two, one two, this be number trey
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Might be in the game, but I don't think you wanna play
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I'm coming with the flav, getting more rich than Bay
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I say, this Master jam more than Jay
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And two is, my crew is, coming with the newest
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Can't do us, knock your teeth out trying to cue us
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You want to step to us, come clean on the scene
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Without the drama, my team making all the green
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I'm in your spleen, no afro with mad sheen
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In my ride, young teen girls getting mean
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Every Day just like Mary J.
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I'm downtown Brooklyn where niggas play
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The corners and blocks like street lamps, I beat champs
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In rapping, leaving niggas wondering what happened
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And that be the number one reason you can't flow
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But bring back the other two shits to let 'em know
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"At 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (Repeat 8x)
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