He Say, She Say Ras Kass

This ain't a diss record man
This a real record
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[Verse 1: Ras Kass]
You got 99 problems and a bitch is 98
Funny watching like gang green eyed mamas boy tape
Head back to the fact anyway
Me versus you
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He should go fry seafood and jump out a cake
You getting kicked in the noggin click like
Razzy's dick jump in and out of chicks
Spit
And I'm back on your case
He couldn't be a real nigga with the black paint on his face
Washington D.C. had to pack an estate
And I ain't never (?)
But a smack in the face
Cause he make diss records
Get cracked in the face
So you forever sidelined
Bitch back of the race
Spread lies about me
But we all know the real
You'd groupie my baby's mom for a fucking record deal
Bitch