Know what I know y'all to do?
c'mon, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce (B-Double O-be -O-N-I-C)
(M-are-Dot- M-A-N)
Uh, Most Wanted, n****!
Verse 1: b***onic
(What's a sucka?)
The type n**** 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 s***
(Suckas)
The type that ain't gettin' no cheddar
And can't afford Cris so he save Mo better
(Suckas)
The type that hate to mention that we buzzin
But quick to tell a b**** that me and Mr. is cousins
(You know, suckas)
Thanks to you, he had to die
But you only shot back 'cause you were scared and was high
(Suckas)
Like to run his mouth like a b****
c***tail 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 f*** a b**** he got to have something
(Suckas)
You know Bonic know that type cat
I ask is that your b**** you like "We ain't like that"
(Suckas)
Fist name Tommy, last Tucker
I leave you I'm talking about you m***********
(Hook X4 {Mr. and Boo)
It's funny how, now, girls they hooch out
Most Wanted gettin' money and them n***** hot now
Verse 2: Mr. Man
What's a sucka?
The type who see me and turn jell
(Suckas)
Say my chain ain't platinum he can tell
When he put it in his hand
and weigh it like it's a scale
(Suckas)
Play thugs till you see 'em in jail
(Sucka s***)
Hate on you quick in front of chicks
You see 'em and they be like
"Man I ain't say that dumb s***!"
(Suckas)
For nothing, push your wig back
Tellin everybody where Bonic and Mr. live at
(Suckas)
Get robbed know exactly who did it
And acting like it's beef and really be cool wit it
(What's a sucka?)
Cuttin' on n***** in front of people
Scared later on get his own head to beep you
On his voice mail saying "We got the same people"
(Suckas)
Don't c*** the gun, they'd rather run
But never M-are-dot cause I'm not the one
And you say you're not a sucker, why you feel like one?
(Hook)
Hey yo it's Bonic baby
Playa ball OG
From gazen ever, to J-A-see-O-be
Gang come wit me whenever I'm OT
And the n**** that they can't ever f*** with? oh, me!
(Suckas)
Hate 'cause they b**** like Mr.
And know I'm a f*** if that b**** got a sister
(Suckas)
Them industry n***** that try to fake me
And act like they don't know that Most Wanted bout to
take me
And get more money than a lil bit
You? A lil bit!
You doin' all this s***, Most Wanted is done wit
And f*** your own head I'm the one he come get
(Suckas)
I make them n***** pat chromes right
While we bang BBS they rockin Rhymestones
Mr. get ya, hit ya, twist ya Right out the frame
When I snap get the picture?
Flow airtight like Glad bags with Zippers
(Hook)
(Suckas)
c'mon, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce (B-Double O-be -O-N-I-C)
(M-are-Dot- M-A-N)
Uh, Most Wanted, n****!
Verse 1: b***onic
(What's a sucka?)
The type n**** 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 s***
(Suckas)
The type that ain't gettin' no cheddar
And can't afford Cris so he save Mo better
(Suckas)
The type that hate to mention that we buzzin
But quick to tell a b**** that me and Mr. is cousins
(You know, suckas)
Thanks to you, he had to die
But you only shot back 'cause you were scared and was high
(Suckas)
Like to run his mouth like a b****
c***tail 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 f*** a b**** he got to have something
(Suckas)
You know Bonic know that type cat
I ask is that your b**** you like "We ain't like that"
(Suckas)
Fist name Tommy, last Tucker
I leave you I'm talking about you m***********
(Hook X4 {Mr. and Boo)
It's funny how, now, girls they hooch out
Most Wanted gettin' money and them n***** hot now
Verse 2: Mr. Man
What's a sucka?
The type who see me and turn jell
(Suckas)
Say my chain ain't platinum he can tell
When he put it in his hand
and weigh it like it's a scale
(Suckas)
Play thugs till you see 'em in jail
(Sucka s***)
Hate on you quick in front of chicks
You see 'em and they be like
"Man I ain't say that dumb s***!"
(Suckas)
For nothing, push your wig back
Tellin everybody where Bonic and Mr. live at
(Suckas)
Get robbed know exactly who did it
And acting like it's beef and really be cool wit it
(What's a sucka?)
Cuttin' on n***** in front of people
Scared later on get his own head to beep you
On his voice mail saying "We got the same people"
(Suckas)
Don't c*** the gun, they'd rather run
But never M-are-dot cause I'm not the one
And you say you're not a sucker, why you feel like one?
(Hook)
Hey yo it's Bonic baby
Playa ball OG
From gazen ever, to J-A-see-O-be
Gang come wit me whenever I'm OT
And the n**** that they can't ever f*** with? oh, me!
(Suckas)
Hate 'cause they b**** like Mr.
And know I'm a f*** if that b**** got a sister
(Suckas)
Them industry n***** that try to fake me
And act like they don't know that Most Wanted bout to
take me
And get more money than a lil bit
You? A lil bit!
You doin' all this s***, Most Wanted is done wit
And f*** your own head I'm the one he come get
(Suckas)
I make them n***** pat chromes right
While we bang BBS they rockin Rhymestones
Mr. get ya, hit ya, twist ya Right out the frame
When I snap get the picture?
Flow airtight like Glad bags with Zippers
(Hook)
(Suckas)