Ras Kass - If/Then lyrics
[Ras Kass - If/Then lyrics]
If bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Then niggas ain't shit but hoes with dicks
If bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Then niggas ain't shit but hoes with dicks
Murderous verses
Motherfuckers 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 you like the Wu Tang debut
Now who remains true to the game?
Damn shame it wasn't you
Fools lay claim to fly rhymes
But I terrorize airlines
My mind's a porcelain Glock 7
Slippin' through the metal detectors
Ready to wet'cha like baptism
It's rap pugilism when I be placin'
208 bones in one zone with microphones
I'm like the Blade Runner hunting clones
I "Beat It" like one glove and a bad nose job
With more breathin techniques than Lamaze
Ras still be drinkin' malt liquor brews
And continues the liquidation of 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 Gabbana
Peelin' this bastard's wig back
Like cradle cap
You ain't no cap peela for rilla
And for who you desire to kill
You need more God than Zilla
I breaks'em off like a acrylic nails
Test me but you appear to be Presley
(Press Lee) like Priscilla
And still malicious disses, but
This is 10% dis, 90% skill
So curses, foiled again like Hershey's kisses
You're so-called vicious, although
How they gonna be a menace when
It ain't no men in it?
Oh, they womenaces (with clitorises)
In a new year, a new fear, and I'm nuclear
Let's play a friendly game of
Who can ruin who's career
I'm a Killafornia B-boy
You like one of Heavy D's boys
Got niggas fallin' off the stage
Like they was Trouble T-Roy
If bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Then niggas ain't shit but hoes with dicks
If bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Then niggas ain't shit but hoes with dicks
(Hey, whip these niggas' ass)
Watch me gamble for paradise
And if I gotta pay the price
Easy come, easy go like Eric Wright
Cause I used to get my fade wit
A comb and a razor blade
With a 9800 Module back in the day
They say it takes 5, 000 to educate, 30
000 to incarcerate gimme $5, 000
000 in the lottery wit high
Cholesterol cloggin' my artery
I'm not the boss hogg or the
Pimp and fuck legalizin' hemp
Keep the profit on the streets
Fuck police on the creep three
Deep in a silver Caprice
And the black chief of police
No justice, no peace
Verbally, I'm takin off from the baseline
With my nuts in your face like Scottie Pippen
As opposed to flippin' chickens
So kill game like Chris
Webber in sudden death
Cause you callin' for timeouts when
You got no time left
On some Highlander shit cause, son
There can only be one
And heads is flyin' faster than Ronald serves
Two all-beef patties on a sesame seed bun
Real thorough - duh do do do
Duh do duh do do
I wanna give it to you all night
Long just like the Mary Jane Girls
(aaalll ni i ight long, laughter
Niggas ain't shit)
A bloodstained wall emanates from my nostril
I pull bitches like a hamstring and take
Out an MC like a tonsil
Forty story buildin's horizontal
Within the confines of 33 lines
And a margin mentally squabbin'
See, every time my lips part
It's a million man march
And my heart is a pit with
A billion skin heads moshin'
Daily I walk through Hell smellin like
Chanel but far from frail
I roll with my clique like par-a palegics
Confrontation conversation
Catch-22 exclamations
But the explanation was deeper than
A Louis Leaky excavation
Fools, you're makin' peace when
The enemy is blaspheme
Guess we got some nuts hangin' in
Between like a motherfuckin' drag queen
But don't nobody wanna test though
Ya niggas is petro
When I put the lead to your head like Destro
If bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Then niggas ain't shit but hoes with dicks
If bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Then niggas ain't shit but hoes with dicks
Then niggas ain't shit but hoes with dicks
If bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Then niggas ain't shit but hoes with dicks
Murderous verses
Motherfuckers 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 you like the Wu Tang debut
Now who remains true to the game?
Damn shame it wasn't you
Fools lay claim to fly rhymes
But I terrorize airlines
My mind's a porcelain Glock 7
Slippin' through the metal detectors
Ready to wet'cha like baptism
It's rap pugilism when I be placin'
208 bones in one zone with microphones
I'm like the Blade Runner hunting clones
I "Beat It" like one glove and a bad nose job
With more breathin techniques than Lamaze
Ras still be drinkin' malt liquor brews
And continues the liquidation of 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 Gabbana
Peelin' this bastard's wig back
Like cradle cap
You ain't no cap peela for rilla
And for who you desire to kill
You need more God than Zilla
I breaks'em off like a acrylic nails
Test me but you appear to be Presley
(Press Lee) like Priscilla
And still malicious disses, but
This is 10% dis, 90% skill
So curses, foiled again like Hershey's kisses
You're so-called vicious, although
How they gonna be a menace when
It ain't no men in it?
Oh, they womenaces (with clitorises)
In a new year, a new fear, and I'm nuclear
Let's play a friendly game of
Who can ruin who's career
I'm a Killafornia B-boy
You like one of Heavy D's boys
Got niggas fallin' off the stage
Like they was Trouble T-Roy
If bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Then niggas ain't shit but hoes with dicks
If bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Then niggas ain't shit but hoes with dicks
(Hey, whip these niggas' ass)
Watch me gamble for paradise
And if I gotta pay the price
Easy come, easy go like Eric Wright
Cause I used to get my fade wit
A comb and a razor blade
With a 9800 Module back in the day
They say it takes 5, 000 to educate, 30
000 to incarcerate gimme $5, 000
000 in the lottery wit high
Cholesterol cloggin' my artery
I'm not the boss hogg or the
Pimp and fuck legalizin' hemp
Keep the profit on the streets
Fuck police on the creep three
Deep in a silver Caprice
And the black chief of police
No justice, no peace
Verbally, I'm takin off from the baseline
With my nuts in your face like Scottie Pippen
As opposed to flippin' chickens
So kill game like Chris
Webber in sudden death
Cause you callin' for timeouts when
You got no time left
On some Highlander shit cause, son
There can only be one
And heads is flyin' faster than Ronald serves
Two all-beef patties on a sesame seed bun
Real thorough - duh do do do
Duh do duh do do
I wanna give it to you all night
Long just like the Mary Jane Girls
(aaalll ni i ight long, laughter
Niggas ain't shit)
A bloodstained wall emanates from my nostril
I pull bitches like a hamstring and take
Out an MC like a tonsil
Forty story buildin's horizontal
Within the confines of 33 lines
And a margin mentally squabbin'
See, every time my lips part
It's a million man march
And my heart is a pit with
A billion skin heads moshin'
Daily I walk through Hell smellin like
Chanel but far from frail
I roll with my clique like par-a palegics
Confrontation conversation
Catch-22 exclamations
But the explanation was deeper than
A Louis Leaky excavation
Fools, you're makin' peace when
The enemy is blaspheme
Guess we got some nuts hangin' in
Between like a motherfuckin' drag queen
But don't nobody wanna test though
Ya niggas is petro
When I put the lead to your head like Destro
If bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Then niggas ain't shit but hoes with dicks
If bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Then niggas ain't shit but hoes with dicks
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