Sucka Free-Marco Polo/Blaq Poet/Hannibal Stax/Panchi

Sucka Free (feat. Blaq Poet, Hannibal Stax & Panchi of NYGz) - Marco Polo [Hook: Hannibal Stax] I don’t rock with you, you don’t rock with me It is what it is, gon’ be what it’s gon’ be I don’t rock with you, you don’t rock with me I stay sucka free [Verse 1: Blaq Poet] I don’t rock with you, never stood on the block with you Never ran from the cops with you I don’t smoke with you, never got drunk Laughed or joked with you, don’t make me choke you dude Only f**k with niggas I see eye to eye with My madman niggas you know I ride or die with So stay the f**k up out my circle My niggas murk you and rock your to sleep and really hurt you It’s not a game I’m sucka free, stay the f**k away from me That’s the way it’s gotta be, it’s two-thousand-one-three Only f**k with niggas I trust, the rest kick rocks F**k outta here, this is where the b******t stops We not cut from the same cloth You’re lame and I’m the real thing: boss So let’s keep it how it is I’m a real G from the street and you’re a straight b**ch [Hook] [Verse 2: Hannibal Stax] Decapitate the head of a serpent, two brokeback Haters gon’ hate, even the fool know that Ain’t no hesitating, detonate when it’s called back My word resonatin’, jumping Jehosephat Pull my own weight, why hold it back Make no mistake, recuperate in no time flat A sucka’ll sabotage you at the drop of a hat Paid back on the back-stabbers, I owe ‘em that During conflict one thing matters, need to know that The circle: any rock, stones getting threw back Any shots flown getting flew back Any spots blown: b**ch you getting your wig blew back Old [?], we ain’t even got to discuss it Eye for a eye, ride or die, why ask why Us against them, know they gon’ try something And we don’t put it on the line for nothing [Verse 3: Panchi] Could you imagine a barrel full of crabs, they pulling you down Feel like you treading water but your a** gon’ drown That’s how it is when those suckas around, stay free Keep your grass cut baby, they hard to see Chameleons, infiltrating your job and your building Something had to happen to ‘em bad when they were children Got to stay on point because they ain’t got a smell When my Spidey sense is tingling is when I can tell Raised well by old [?] Sucka free is a hard job but it’s nothing to me See my niggas get played and take it on the chin But that’s hard for me to do, I can’t let a sucka win It’s like bread and meat, I don’t win I don’t eat So when you see me soldier, I’m low in the street I accuse my little man of ratting and this was recent To prove he was decent he shot up a precinct [Hook] [Outro: DJ Premier] “I heard a wise man once say, and I quote, ‘True leaders don’t create followers, they create more leaders.’ True indeed, Lord. Reminds me of my brother, Guru. We miss you. Lyrical. Spiritual. As you ascend above us, travelling [?]. Peace and blessing, beloved.” “Guru" "Will live forever baby—never die, always living” “That’s right. Recognize that sh*t.” “He’s still here.”