Ras Kass Lyrics: If/then Lyrics

Ras Kass - If/then

Chorus:

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

10% dis, 90% skill, so curses

'Fore ya'll begin like Hershey's kisses

Ya so called vicious, although

How they gonna be a menace when it ain't no men in it?

Oh, they womenace (with clitorises)

In a new year, a new fear, and I'm nu-clear

Let's play a friendly game of who can ruin who's career

I'mma kill up on ya b-boys, you like one o' Heavy D's boys

Got niggaz fallin off the stag

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