(Ras Kass)
Stay in school was the motto, but I'd rather hit lotto
Swallow a shot of tequila but leave the worm in the bottle
In the spot with a BAC of .13
And when my voice hits the mic I electrocute Spit like Beat Street
I lounge with a clique, thick as the '93 Freaknik
Smokin a beadie, flippin the script like a hermaphrodite
So choose your weapon if ya got beef, chief
Cause we can take it to the looseleaf sheets or concrete streets
Cause Ras not strapped is like LL without a hat
Syntax attacks, head cracks, they know David Horowitz would strike back
The night I got dice accidentally stepped on money's Nikes
He tried to break fool and threw a glass full of ice to incite the fight
But didn't know who flew heads
I got squab like Ricky Randall takin the legs off Chavez
Instead ya lose, he got punked for his shoes
Cause just like BB King I'm givin niggas the blues
Chorus:
Times is hard, brothers is frontin' but they ain't about nothin'
So ya won't catch me runnin' (x4)
(Ras Kass)
I step through crews as if they was holograms
Been inside of more vaginas than a diaphragm, so I don't give a damn
Kid, I am the man that you think you are
5'5" but throwing hooks like Abdul-Jabbar
Servin' these kids like pediatrics, practice the tactics
And suckers cover your head, just like a prophylactic does
Thought he wasn't when he was gettin' retarted
Rented a U-haul truck when the LA riot started
Slid my homeless brother a buck, and ducks duck
The verbal buck-buck, boo-ya, who ya
Still be thinkin we stylin when Cali is an Island
It's my fault, mine shake from Brooklyn to Vegas
The earthquakes, my lyrics ya plates like San Andreas
Would be rumblin', you're not ready for my fly type of genre
I'll rock your world like ugly Wanda
Stay in school was the motto, but I'd rather hit lotto
Swallow a shot of tequila but leave the worm in the bottle
In the spot with a BAC of .13
And when my voice hits the mic I electrocute Spit like Beat Street
I lounge with a clique, thick as the '93 Freaknik
Smokin a beadie, flippin the script like a hermaphrodite
So choose your weapon if ya got beef, chief
Cause we can take it to the looseleaf sheets or concrete streets
Cause Ras not strapped is like LL without a hat
Syntax attacks, head cracks, they know David Horowitz would strike back
The night I got dice accidentally stepped on money's Nikes
He tried to break fool and threw a glass full of ice to incite the fight
But didn't know who flew heads
I got squab like Ricky Randall takin the legs off Chavez
Instead ya lose, he got punked for his shoes
Cause just like BB King I'm givin niggas the blues
Chorus:
Times is hard, brothers is frontin' but they ain't about nothin'
So ya won't catch me runnin' (x4)
(Ras Kass)
I step through crews as if they was holograms
Been inside of more vaginas than a diaphragm, so I don't give a damn
Kid, I am the man that you think you are
5'5" but throwing hooks like Abdul-Jabbar
Servin' these kids like pediatrics, practice the tactics
And suckers cover your head, just like a prophylactic does
Thought he wasn't when he was gettin' retarted
Rented a U-haul truck when the LA riot started
Slid my homeless brother a buck, and ducks duck
The verbal buck-buck, boo-ya, who ya
Still be thinkin we stylin when Cali is an Island
It's my fault, mine shake from Brooklyn to Vegas
The earthquakes, my lyrics ya plates like San Andreas
Would be rumblin', you're not ready for my fly type of genre
I'll rock your world like ugly Wanda
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