Right Track Studios in New York City, New York - s**as lyrics

Know what I know y'all to do? C'mon, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce (B-Double O-B-O-N-I-C) (M-R-Dot- M-A-N) Uh, Most Wanted, n***a! Verse 1: b**bonic (What's a s**a?) The type n***a run around frontin' Aim with the click but still be Most Wanted (What's a s**a?) The type that start it but won't finish it Act like a thug but he really wasn't in this sh** (s**as) The type that ain't gettin' no cheddar And can't afford Cris so he say Mo better (s**as) The type that hate to mention that we buzzin But quick to tell a b**h that me and Mr. is cousins (You know, s**as) Thanks to you, he had to die But you only shot back cuz you were scared and was high (s**as) Like to run his mouth like a b**h co*ktail him and he's looking at 10, and then he snitch (s**as) The type front like he got ends And his whip paint his different numbers off of his Benz (s**as) You know the type that never had nothin Soon as I f** a b**h he got to have something (s**as) You know Bonic know that type cat I ask is that your b**h you like "We ain't like that" (s**as) Fist name Tommy, last Tucker I leave you I'm talking about you motherf**er (Hook X4 {Mr. and Boo) It's funny how, now, girls they hooch out Most Wanted gettin' money and them n***as hot now Verse 2: Mr. Man What's a s**a? The type who see me and turn jell (s**as) Say my chain ain't platinum he can tell When he put it in his hand And weigh it like it's a scale (s**as) Play thugs till you see 'em in jail (s**a sh**) Hate on you quick in front of chicks You see 'em and they be like "Man I ain't say that dumb sh**!" (s**as) For nothing, push your wig back Tellin everybody where Bonic and Mr. live at (s**as) Get robbed know exactly who did it And acting like it's beef and really be cool wit it (What's a s**a?) Cuttin' on n***as in front of people Scared later on get his own head to beep you On his voice mail saying "We got the same people" (s**as) Don't co*k the gun, they'd rather run But never M-R-dot cause I'm not the one And you say you're not a s**er, why you feel like one? (Hook) Hey yo it's Bonic baby Playa ball OG From gazen ever, to J-A-C-O-B Gang come wit me whenever I'm OT And the n***a that they can't ever f** with? oh, me! (s**as) Hate cuz they b**h like Mr And know I'm a f** if that b**h got a sister (s**as) Them industry n***as 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 sh**, Most Wanted is done wit And f** your own head I'm the one he come get (s**as) I make them n***as 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) (s**as)