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phat kat - dedication to the suckers كلمات الأغنية

[intro: scratches by jay dee]

“this is” “the fake suckers” “sucka!”
“sucker mc’s” “gotta go!”
“the other suckers…” “gotta go!”
“check it!”

[verse 1: phat kat]
it’s the return of the phat kat, 1st down and 10
detroit finest, home of the original flynns
i’m known for turning grown_ass men to mice
wishin’ you could get with it, but i’m just too nice
bite yo’ ass twice and leave the rest for my n_ggas
my detroit players, you know them real heavy_hitters
big money_spenders, regular p_ssy_getters
henny_sippers, and nothing but real mic_grippers
sh_ttt, f_ckin’ with this, you seein’ triple
you soft as tissue, so change yo’ name to mr. whipple
or leave crippled, tryna bang with this
ain’t too many n_ggas that can hang with chris
or my crew, n_gga – what you want? i’ma let you know
who got the flows to have ya ho up in the mo’?
bro, i cause damage like an intoxi_cated truck driver haulin’ gas
’bout to get off in yo ass
and detail yo’ friends, but they might know
’bout that real n_gga with that out_cold flow
jumpin’ you n_ggas like jacks, comin’ with phat_ass tracks and raps
and never will you hear me talkin’ ’bout fakin’ no jax
’cause phat kat say that sh_t’s for saps
but still keep it real, packin’ a mill’ sk!lls
half of you motherf_ckers don’t deserve a record deal – for real
[scratch break 2: jay dee]
“y_y_yy_yooo…”
“y_y_yy_yo_yooo…”
“y_y_yy_yooo…”
“y_y_yy_yooo…”

[verse 2: phat kat]
yo… every time i turn around, we got another sucker tryna call himself an mc
and when i hear sh_t like that, it’s personal to me
that’s why i’m back to let you hoes know
but fo’ real doe, i ain’t went nowhere really
just been layin’ low, watchin’ y’all fall off and look silly
frontin’ like you big willie, all up in videos
mesmerized by sh_t, so you don’t even know how the business goes
you gotta pay for all that sh_t before ya see a nickel
you just got f_cked and they didn’t even kiss you, what’s the issue?
rappers frontin’ like they stars in they cars
poppin’ hundred dollar bottle drinks at the bar
n_gga, f_ck that sh_t – ya better cop some real estate
put a roof over yo’ head and give some food on yo’ plate
i’m from the great lakes state –
down to rock a party, get money, you know i’m liable
learn the game of survival on the detroit streets
where n_ggas stay money hungry and the hoes pack heat
so don’t think sh_t’s sweet, tryna come to my city
i know n_ggas that do hits for less than three_fifty
yo’ vocals is sh_tty, so take them back to the booth
paid mad dues and got receipts as my proof (my proof… my proof…)
[scratch break 3: jay dee]
“that’s riiiight”
“that’s riiiiight!”
“that’s riiiight” “who?!?”
“fat… fat…” “phat” “who?!?”
“i thought you knew!”
“i thought you knew!”

- phat kat

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