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A Tribe Called Quest Sucka Nigga

sucka nigga, hey sucka nigga Whoever you are, whoever you are Hey sucka nigga, whoever you are Hey sucka nigga, whoever you are Hey sucka nigga, hey sucka

all from head, passin' round the mic Never even care who you sounded like Sound like Snoop Dogg, then you switched to Treach Bit the Pharcyde then A Tribe Called Quest

Ab You either true fat or cut the flab On the microphone hot it's Skillz before heat A wack nigga rhymin, kills a raw beat And I got both, bout to cook up a

t confuse a, nigga for a loser Watch me maneuver, with the Ruger Look I gotta win [50 Cent] By any means, I'm a 7 or 11 Trip'-6 or a Cee-Lo, you ain'

'all don't model Adidas, just stick with the fashion Y'all already got do' so just spit for the passion The way ya rhyme give me Tribe Called Quest flashbacks

Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest, and Jungle Brothas. Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube. House of Pain: funky blunted ass white dudes Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill niggas. Digital Underground: my real niggas

and killers Hundred-dollar billers and real niggas Bitches with dime figures, telekenesis in my mind Make my diamonds shine, then I blind niggas Pussy

Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest, and Jungle Brothas. Das Efx, EPMD, and Ice Cube. House of Pain: funky blunted ass white dudes Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill niggas. Digital Underground: my real niggas

all don't model Adidas, just stick with the fashion Y'all already got do' so just spit for the passion The way ya rhyme give me Tribe Called Quest flashbacks