Текст песни Master Ace - Top 10 List
Master Ace - Top 10 List слова песни
"at 8 youre a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (repeat 4x)10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 43, 2, 1 reasons youll never be this rawMy crew is representing for bk, dont playOr you might have to get crime watch around your wayCause brooklyn keep on taking it, still from way backSay black, trying to get that fortune like sajakThere must be at least twenty reasons you cant win andIn this rap game youre hopeless, heres a top ten:10s very simple and plain, its petty crimeIts only 94 when you wrote your first rhymeAnd now you think you got more skil than power toolsBut never could your feet fit up in our shoesYou only got one deliveryOne-dimetional rappers is dead as chivalryDont get your spot blown up, block sewn upI lift mcs to tone up, rip your zone upI got more flavors than womens doucheMake ends with mexicans and rock dreads in flatbush9, you cant see mine, cant find mineCant do mine, step to mine, when my crew findA fronting-ass nigga, we get in thisYou dont want to get beat and boxed like bizYou aint wild cause you run with wild kidsNow the chorus is gonna tell you what 8 and 7 is"at 8 youre a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (repeat 8x)6, I bury that ass like halleAll up on tracks like a trolly, my gollyLike bob marley, we jammin, by all meansAnd real gangsters dont talk shit in magazines5, never judge a rapper by the song he makeSome of the coolest rapping niggas will drop your ass in a lakeAnd on the other hand, some of them screaming "keep it real"Their videos the only time they ever busted steel4, you dont phase me, this aint star trekI know where you park your cars at, as far as thatBeef thats going on in all these spotsIn parking lots, niggas pop more shit than shotsFunny, dummy, lyrics dont stun meIf I was your only pair of pants, you still couldnt run meOut this rap game, its i.n.c. for lifeNiggas gonna know soon, cause brownsvilles trifeAll up in the mix like blendersOffenders, life enders, whatever genders, dont offend usComing at you, gonna catch you, and when we find youDont lose count, let me remind you"at 8 youre a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (repeat 8x)One two, one two, this be number treyMight be in the game, but I dont think you wanna playIm coming with the flav, getting more rich than bayI say, this master jam more than jayAnd two is, my crew is, coming with the newestCant do us, knock your teeth out trying to cue usYou want to step to us, come clean on the sceneWithout the drama, my team making all the greenIm in your spleen, no afro with mad sheenIn my ride, young teen girls getting meanEvery day just like mary j.Im downtown brooklyn where niggas playThe corners and blocks like street lamps, I beat champsIn rapping, leaving niggas wondering what happenedAnd that be the number one reason you cant flowBut bring back the other two shits to let em know"at 8 youre a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (repeat 8x)