• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Sucka Free - DJ Quik
• Sucka Free - Afu-Ra

[ performed by Playa Hamm ]
[ Quik ] Hamm, what's up, nigga!
[ Hamm ] What's up, my brother
Just loungin, you know
Bout to crack this 40 ounce
[ Quik ] Oh, look at you, lil' ol' alcoholic-ass nigga
[ Hamm ] Well, you know I got to have it, my brother, ain't nothin changed
You wanna hit it?
[ Quik ] Yeah - what's up?
[ Hamm ] Hey man, you tell ME
What's up with the album, man?
[ Quik ] Hey man, we tryina finish that muthafucka, man
And eh - I need one more song
[ Hamm ] No shit
[ Quik ] Yeah, I wanted to know if you wanted to bust on it?
[ Hamm ] Oh, without a doubt, you know I'd love to
[ Quik ] 'member that shit you was bustin for me over the phone
That sucka-free shit?
[ Hamm ] Yeah, I remember that shit
[ Quik ] Well, won't you put that shit right about...
HERE
(Sucka)
(Sucka)
(Sucka)
(Ha?)
(Now a sucka raises up off of you)
Did you miss me?
It took a little time to get sucka-free
But since a young g it's PPC
Ain't no shame in the name
And still true to the game
Still servin suckers, just the same
No sense, and dwellin in the past tense
I roll with Quik, so you better check your ladies, gents
Cause I'ma teach her how to break you, right before I break her
After I make her, then I shake her
Yeah, I know, you heard it all before
But I can't deal, cause I see you're still simpin for a hoe
Claimin pimp, but you're payin for the pu'
Silly sucker, punk muthafucka
They only flock and jock
Cause you're fillin up they pocketbooks
And you're still judgin bitches by they looks
When it's really all about what she can do for you
I do for me and still see a True
Ah-ha, really? Do you hear me, bro?
Got your name all on your lips, but your chick trips
Oh no, never will I lower to your level
And I got 17 for ya, devil
Too True to ever let a sucker like you
Make me do somethin that I don't wanna do
I'm still real with it, you gots to deal with it
I serve that ass like a clocker, I don't give a fuck
But who you're doin, how you're doin
Or what you do it with
You better miss me with the dumb shit
So when you're speakin on the Playa Hamm or my nigga Quik
Everybody knows you're suckin on a fat dick
It ain't nothin to nuttin in your ass, so that you see clear
Boomin in your ear, so I know you hear
Bump this in your Coupe with your R&B; wanna-be-me

Rap stack, spectacular with the vernacular
Stealth from a killing spree, they call be Blackula
Step back, get your neck fractured by the rapture
Get choked out to the beat by the manufacturer
And I ain't here to laugh at you, I'm just here to mash
Like potatoes, flush your fucking flow down the drain yo
Let's get it on, let's get it gully, get it ugly
East New York nigga, we get it muddy, feel this
I'm hittin' with sound, with the sound of a tre pound
That knock niggaz down, then run clowns outta town
My malls taller than skyscrapers, you catchin' the vapors
You only got a pair of jacks, I got a pair of aces
As a matter of fact, I left a pool of bb's on your girl's face, kid
Slap the taste out your mouth from the Boogie Down
To the southern most tempted down south
There's six million ways to kill a pussy, wanna count?
I never fake no moves, I just do my thing
(Do my thing, now watch me do my thing, now)
I never fake no moves, I just do my thing
(Do my thing, do my thing)
When I step up in the studio, rollin' dolo
With the bolo, mandingo, stunnin' mojo
Que paso? I be the sharpest capolo
I ride over the ruggedest tracks like a Tahoe
Maybe a bronco or even a durango
I MC for life, that's right, I do my thing, yo
Bang bang yo, back 'em on the chain gang
Yo, I wanna spit it for my people so I can let 'em know
I never ripped it to show off that I'm nicest
My instinct, is in sync plus it's timeless
And the light I shine dog is ultraviolet
A night catch a sun tan man where my rhyme hits
My soul glow is unstoppable, unrockable
I'm light weight but I can put you in the hospital
Hittin' up the collective or individuals
I'm like an eighth covered in crystal, I'm gonna hit you
I never fake no moves, I just do my thing
(Do my thing, now watch me, do my thing, now)
I never fake no moves, I just do my thing
(Do my thing, do my thing)
I never fake no moves, I just do my thing
(Do my thing, now watch me do my thing, now)
I never fake no moves, I just do my thing
(Do my thing, do my thing)
Oh, oh, so I'm the shit huh, now I'm Down like a Black Hawk
Everywhere I go, like I'm walking on the catwalk
I wax it and tax it, I'm doing the kungfu kick
Holding my dick like Michael Jackson
Yowser, yowser, yowser, the more you can bounce to count
That everybody feel the power, you know
I step on the stage, my mic like a light saber
Blast through the Seran Vega then I jump off the wall
As I take it to your face like Vega
Now who wanna contest the champion sound
With the crown from the underground ready to fuckin' put it down
Parallel or perpendicular, you couldn't get with the
Lyrical elixir, I be the victorious
And bless the mic so glorious
And go 'head and dust off your rust
I leave you stiff as a statue boy, standing in the dust
I never fake no moves, I just do my thing
(Do my thing, now watch me do my thing, now)
I never fake no moves, I just do my thing
(Do my thing, do my thing)
I never fake no moves, I just do my thing
(Do my thing, now watch me do my thing, now)
I never fake no moves, I just do my thing
(Do my thing, do my thing)
Do my thing, now watch me do my thing, now
Do my thing, thing, do my thing
Do my thing, now watch me do my thing, now