Hot Game Ras Kass

[Intro]
For my nigga Fred Jordan. Drank something, smoke something up in Heaven. Run it

[Verse One]
Now-a-days everybody gangsta, okay
Tell ya what's gangsta is this
Fuck with me, I toss the gat and beat yo' ass with this clip
Y'all man tans, sleep and eating studio thug
Bamboozle, Bambaataa
So who's hotter?
Lose nada
True rider, rock a pair of blue dada and new Prada
Brush my teeth with a fly swatter, spit pesticide
Pop your collar and spinal column make your neck divide
Mo' dirty
S.C. fo' thirty
Steering with my knee, eating a plate of beef curry
Gives a fuck, I'm trying to trephinate the game
So play like Chinese good and get low mayne/lo mein
Or face this capital punishment
But y'all gon' fertilizer, guess Ras Kass running shit
Plus doubt y'all thuggish men
Really own 2Pac and The Outlawz 80% of y'all publishing

[Scratch Hook]
"Hot game"
"They calling you hot" - Royce Da 5'9" 'Boom'
"It's a shame" - Big L 'Size 'Em Up'
MC's ain't spit no more
Hot game
"No competition to this shit we got here" - Method Man 'Funkmaster Flex Freestyle'
"The real shit"
Rap dudes ain't spit no more
Hot game
"Now it's a circus of clowns
A whole lot of lip from cliques I'd probably rap circles around" - Royce Da 5'9" 'Boom'
"Quit talking it's over" - Royce Da 5'9" 'Boom'
That's why
"Every time I spit, I tick to show you it's hot" - Royce Da 5'9" 'Boom