"at 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (repeat 4x)      10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4   3, 2, 1 reasons you'll never be this raw   My crew is representing for bk, don't play   Or you might have to get crime watch around your way   Cause brooklyn keep on taking it, still from way back   Say black, trying to get that fortune like sajak   There must be at least twenty reasons you can't win and   In this rap game you're hopeless, here's a top ten:   10's very simple and plain, it's petty crime   It's only '94 when you wrote your first rhyme   And now you think you got more skil than power tools   But never could your feet fit up in our shoes   You only got one delivery   One-dimetional rappers is dead as chivalry   Don't get your spot blown up, block sewn up   I lift mc's to tone up, rip your zone up   I got more flavors than women's douche   Make ends with mexicans and rock dreads in flatbush   9, you can't see mine, can't find mine   Can't do mine, step to mine, when my crew find   A fronting-ass nigga, we get in this   You don't want to get beat and boxed like biz   You ain't wild cause you run with wild kids   Now the chorus is gonna tell you what 8 and 7 is      "at 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (repeat 8x)      6, I bury that ass like halle   All up on tracks like a trolly, my golly   Like bob marley, we jammin', by all means   And real gangsters don't talk shit in magazines   5, never judge a rapper by the song he make   Some of the coolest rapping niggas will drop your ass in a lake   And on the other hand, some of them screaming "keep it real"   Their video's the only time they ever busted steel   4, you don't phase me, this ain't star trek   I know where you park your cars at, as far as that   Beef that's going on in all these spots   In parking lots, niggas pop more shit than shots   Funny, dummy, lyrics don't stun me   If I was your only pair of pants, you still couldn't run me   Out this rap game, it's i.n.c. for life   Niggas gonna know soon, cause brownsville's trife   All up in the mix like blenders   Offenders, life enders, whatever genders, don't offend us   Coming at you, gonna catch you, and when we find you   Don't lose count, let me remind you      "at 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (repeat 8x)      One two, one two, this be number trey   Might be in the game, but I don't think you wanna play   I'm coming with the flav, getting more rich than bay   I say, this master jam more than jay   And two is, my crew is, coming with the newest   Can't do us, knock your teeth out trying to cue us   You want to step to us, come clean on the scene   Without the drama, my team making all the green   I'm in your spleen, no afro with mad sheen   In my ride, young teen girls getting mean   Every day just like mary j.   I'm downtown brooklyn where niggas play   The corners and blocks like street lamps, I beat champs   In rapping, leaving niggas wondering what happened   And that be the number one reason you can't flow   But bring back the other two shits to let 'em know      "at 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (repeat 8x)