Dedication To The Suckers lyrics

[Intro: Scratches by Jay Dee]
"Y-y-yy-yooo..."
"This is" "dedicated to all the" "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 pus*y-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' skills
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 – Phat Kat the undeniable
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"
"Phat Kat" "That's riiiiight!"
"That's riiiight" "Phat Kat" "Who?!?"
"Fat... Fat..." "Phat" "Who?!?"
"I thought you knew!" "The n*gga Phat Kat"
"I thought you knew!" "The n*gga Phat Kat"
"Phat Kat, pay them chumps no neverm---"