Clan Wu-tang Sucker Mc`s Lyrics

Sucker Mc`s Lyrics

This is the Wu-Tang Clan's cover version of Run-D.M.C.'s "Sucker MC's"  

  

 [ODB]  

 Daddy's home, your daddy's home to stay  

  

 [Meth]  

 Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo same time same channel  

 Nasty vandals too hot to fucking handle  

 Bring the ruckus to all you knotty head fuckas  

 Shit's like Hammer Time, niggas can't touch us  

  

 [RZA]  

 Straight up and down Wu-Tang forever  

 Come tougher than DJ ?'s leather  

 Make a better tomorrow  

 Condition your atmosphere, air like feathers  

 The fire come, transmit vire come  

 The higher sire come, we burn your wire  

 Wu-Tang be number one...  

  

 [Meth & RZA]  

 Four years ago a friend of mine  

 Asked me to say some MC rhymes  

 So I said this rhyme I'm about to say  

 The rhyme was Meth and it went this way  

  

 Yo, we took a test to become an MC  

 All the withers in the crowd got amazed at me  

 God threw me inside his Cadillac  

 The chaffuer drove off and we never came back  

  

 Meth cut the record down to the bone  

 And now I rock solid chrome microphones  

 Now we signing autographs, with cheers and laughs  

 Champagne, caviar, and bubblebaths, but see...  

  

 That's the life that I lead, you sucka MC, we G-O-D  

 Take that and move back, or catch a heartattack  

 Because there's nothing in the world the gods could ever lack  

  

 I chill at the party in my b-boy stance  

 Walk, cap low, 45 in my pants  

 Fly like a dove, that come from up above  

 My nigga's Iron Lung but you can stay one love  

  

 It's just a one two three a three a two one  

 Throw your blunts in the air for the god Iron Lung  

 Blow them right in your face with the bass  

 You messed up, come in first place, the real rap taste  

  

 First come, first serve basis  

 Coolin out boo, take you to the def places  





 One of a kind for you people's delight  

 And to you sucker MC, you know it ain't right  

 Bet you bite all your life, cheat on your wife  

 Run in a gun fight with nuthin but a knife  

 Bangin with your boy, slingin with the crew  

 And everybody know what you've been through  

 It's the one two three three two one  

 Throw your blunts in the air for your dunn Iron Lung  

 Smoke in your place with the highs and the bass  

 Come in first place in the real rap race  

 Go uptown, buy a bag of brown  

 You sucker MC, a sad face clown  

 Gettin OD ready to rock crowds steady  

 You drive a big car get your gas from Getti  

  

 [ODB]  

 I'm ODB in the place to be  

 Didn't go to St. John's University  

 In the streets of Brooklyn I aquired the knowledge  

 A Law of Mathematics that's higher than college  

 I'm fly on skins that I gets in Queens  

 She love filthy swine and my collard greens  

 I'm dressed to kill, you know our style  

 Cause niggas don't know that Dirty Dogg fly  

  

 If you wanna see me baby come, you know Dirty Dog is number one  

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 I wrote this song about the (?)  

 You gotta know where to start when the beats play  

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