Ras Kass

Ras Kass - If Then lyrics

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IF bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
 Then niggaz ain't shit but hoes wit dicks
 (REPEAT 2X)

 Murderous verse
 Muthafuckas won't even make it to the chorus
 They'll find you and yo bitch buried in the Angeles National Forest
 Anything you can do
 I heard it done before  better  but I can do you in 36 positions
 Enter Wu like the Wu Tang debut
 Now who remains true to the game
 Damn shame it wasn't you
 Fools, they claim to fly rhymes but I terrorize airlines
 My minds a porcelain glock 7 slippin through the metal detector
 Ready ta wet'cha like baptism
 It's rap pugilism when I be placin 208 bones in one jone wit microphones
 I'm like the blade runner huntin clones
 I beat it like one glove and a bat
 No job, but more breathin techniques than Lamaz
 Ras still be drinkin more liquor brews
 And continues to liquidation the crews
 Wit a drunken technique like Shun Di's kung fu on Virtua Fighter 2
 See me son, I'm the one sportin Dolce and Gabana
 Pealin this bastard's wig back like cradle cap
 You ain't no cap pilla for rilla
 And for who you desire to kill you need more God than Zilla
 I breaks'em off like a acryllic nails
 Test me but you appear to be Presley like Priscilla
 And still malicious disses, but this is
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Language: English

Appearing on: Soul on Ice (1996)

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