Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Clan - Sucker Mc's lyrics

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[ODB]
 Daddy's home, your daddy's home to stay

 [Meth]
 Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo same time same channel
 Nasty vandals too hot to fucking handle
 Bring the ruckus to all you knotty head fuckas
 Shit's like Hammer Time, niggas can't touch us

 [RZA]
 Straight up and down Wu-Tang forever
 Come tougher than DJ ?'s leather
 Make a better tomorrow
 Condition your atmosphere, air like feathers
 The fire come, transmit vire come
 The higher sire come, we burn your wire
 Wu-Tang be number one...

 [Meth & RZA]
 Four years ago a friend of mine
 Asked me to say some MC rhymes
 So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
 The rhyme was Meth and it went this way

 Yo, we took a test to become an MC
 All the withers in the crowd got amazed at me
 God threw me inside his Cadillac
 The chaffuer drove off and we never came back

 Meth cut the record down to the bone
 And now I rock solid chrome microphones
 Now we signing autographs, with cheers and laughs
 Champagne, caviar, and bubblebaths, but see...

 That's the life that I lead, you sucka MC, we G-O-D
 Take that and move back, or catch a heartattack
 Because there's nothing in the world the gods could ever lack

 I chill at the party in my b-boy stance
 Walk, cap low, 45 in my pants
 Fly like a dove, that come from up above
 My nigga's Iron Lung but you can stay one love

 It's just a one two three a three a two one
 Throw your blunts in the air for the god Iron Lung
 Blow them right in your face with the bass
 You messed up, come in first place, the real rap taste

 First come, first serve basis
 Coolin out boo, take you to the def places


 One of a kind for you people's delight
 And to you sucker MC, you know it ain't right
 Bet you bite all your life, cheat on your wife
 Run in a gun fight with nuthin but a knife
 Bangin with your boy, slingin with the crew
 And everybody know what you've been through
 It's the one two three three two one
 Throw your blunts in the air for your dunn Iron Lung
 Smoke in your place with the highs and the bass
 Come in first place in the real rap race
 Go uptown, buy a bag of brown
 You sucker MC, a sad face clown
 Gettin OD ready to rock crowds steady
 You drive a big car get your gas from Getti

 [ODB]
 I'm ODB in the place to be
 Didn't go to St. John's University
 In the streets of Brooklyn I aquired the knowledge
 A Law of Mathematics that's higher than college
 I'm fly on skins that I gets in Queens
 She love filthy swine and my collard greens
 I'm dressed to kill, you know our style
 Cause niggas don't know that Dirty Dogg fly

 If you wanna see me baby come, you know Dirty Dog is number one
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 I wrote this song about the (?)
 You gotta know where to start when the beats play
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Author: Darryl McDaniels, Joseph Simmons, Larry Smith

Composer: ?

Publisher: BMG Music

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Released in: 2004

Language: English

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