Suck No Dick

King Sun

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    Check it out
    This track is goin out to anybody who think they all that
    When you ain't shit

    [VERSE 1]
    Hey yo, what's up with your man, I think he needs to beat it
    I can't stand a muthafucka who act conceited
    When I flip, niggas be thinkin that I'm on a mission
    I know he sucked a lotta dick to get in his position
    So I'm supposed to be impressed with his lifestyle?
    That's why the Undercover Lover got your wife now
    While you be fuckin around with someone outta town
    I got your girl up in the telly on her belly down
    Doggy style, hot water couldn't get me off
    Whenever he gives her money, honey hits me off
    I get the cash, I make her hit the stash
    When I'm finished hittin that ass I break out like a rash
    So there's no need for me to jeal' your clientele
    Why sweat the next man because the lives well?
    I know you're gettin paid and supposed to have it made
    But your girl's gettin laid, so who's gettin played?
    The way I figure I guess my dick is bigger
    And even with loot you'se a crab-ass nigga
    Picture me jockin, cause that'll be a flick
    See, niggas in the Bronx don't suck no dick

    I said New York is thick
    (We suck no dick)
    Yo, I said New York is thick
    (We suck no dick)
    Yo, I said New York is thick
    (We suck no dick)
    (Aight)
    My posse from the Bronx is thick

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    [VERSE 2]
    Now check it, every 3 tenths of a second
    Wack new jacks be comin out with they records
    Don't let the record be a smash or a hit
    Cause then these fake rappers start thinkin they the shit
    Now they don't write, can't fight, never was hardcore
    Yo, what's the name of that movie? (Uh - _CB4_)
    Yup, and I be ready to serve em up
    Cause they got juice and I got a empty cup
    And now all the other rappers wanna sweat em
    Puttin em in they videos and makin records with em
    Used to call my house like 8 days a week
    But now I see em in the club, the muthafucka can't speak
    Your style was sloppy, so they had to fine-tune it
    Niggas get souped up when they sell a million units
    Catch a little tour, you wanna run for president
    Before you started rhymin you was always in your residence
    Like a little bitch, you switched when you signed
    Want me to sweat yours, cause you was sweatin mine
    Don't be suprised when you get your ass flipped
    Yo, Sun don't be suckin no dick

    New York is thick
    (We suck no dick)
    Yo, I said New York is thick
    (We suck no dick)
    You know I said New York is thick
    (We suck no dick)
    (Aight)
    My posse from the Bronx is thick

    [VERSE 3]
    But yo, check it
    This is from your peoples on the East Coast
    Ice Cube, you on the tube playin all high post
    Bt wuhen you was in some beef, I was there to help
    Then when I needed help, I had to help my damn self
    This is for the record, yo, but off the books
    I hit you with my demo, when you crooked my hook
    Yo, that's wicked, I kicked it and pursued Uptown
    When the 'boys in the hood' 'trespass', we beat em down
    Check your neck while I flex some New York slang
    Niggas don't really be true to the game
    But what's so hard about puttin me on
    Yo, 'today was a good day' for O'Shea, and not Sun Born
    Now I know how you're livin, punk
    On the East Coast you got beef in the Bronx
    So when you come to New York, you best to roll thick
    And don't be tryina suck Zulu Nation dick
    Yo, half the rappers in New York went soft
    Sweatin niggas from Cali is how New York fell off
    Get your best MC, I dust him off right quick
    Cause real niggas in the Bronx don't suck no dick

    I said New York is thick
    (We suck no dick)
    Yo, I said New York is thick
    (We suck no dick)
    You know I said New York is tick
    (We suck no dick)
    (Aight)

    Know I said New York is thick
    East Coast got dissed
    All my peoples on the West Coast, all peace and love, baby
    But we gots to rock the house
    Suckin no dick, money
    Raw for '94
    The Boogie Bang
    Aight
    Strictly Ghetto
    Cold Chillin'
    Representin East Coast like that

    Song details

    Composition: Antonio Shaman Matthews, Sudhama Ranganathani, and Shaeaze

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