Suckas Philly's Most Wanted

Know what I know y'all to do?
C'mon, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce (B-Double O-B-O-N-I-C)
(M-R-Dot- M-A-N)
Uh, Most Wanted, nigga!

Verse 1: Boobonic
(What's a sucka?)
The type nigga run around frontin'
Aim with the click but still be Most Wanted
(What's a sucka?)
The type that start it but won't finish it
Act like a thug but he really wasn't in this shit
(Suckas)
The type that ain't gettin' no cheddar
And can't afford Cris so he say Mo better
(Suckas)
The type that hate to mention that we buzzin
But quick to tell a bitch that me and Mr. is cousins
(You know, suckas)
Thanks to you, he had to die
But you only shot back cuz you were scared and was high
(Suckas)
Like to run his mouth like a bitch
Cocktail him and he's looking at 10, and then he snitch
(Suckas)
The type front like he got ends
And his whip paint his different numbers off of his Benz
(Suckas)
You know the type that never had nothin
Soon as I fuck a bitch he got to have something
(Suckas)
You know Bonic know that type cat
I ask is that your bitch you like "We ain't like that"
(Suckas)
Fist name Tommy, last Tucker
I leave you I'm talking about you motherfucker