It’s a Given DJ Yutaka (Ft. Ras Kass)

[Intro]
Konichiwa ....
Yutaka
DJ Yutaka
Ras Kass
Lock it!

[Verse 1: Ras Kass]
Yo! Yo!
Yo! It's a given that I'm taking
No shorts, not even from midgets
Spittin' cancer at your colon
Fucked bitches to death - 367 trojans magnums killed her
Wake up, her credit card is stolen!
And it's a given that I don't give a fuck
Like prostitutes, so show me the money!
Money, living bummy?
Oh! Ain't nothing funny, thunny
Straight inflatable lemurs? and fedoras?, ya big dummy!
Since a shortie, like Brasco?, my nose runny
The Roscoe chicken 'n waffles, I chose money
I rate flows, stank hoes and new Savannah Joes
Bank rolls, Black snow and white crows
I write prose for cons
Dangerous minds
Be in the hood like a rebuilt engine chillin with guns
We ghetto fab, I rode the hog, I'll be the mothafuckin Fonz
Now who rock Benetton sweaters and still racist?
Ras, the illest!