Ras Kass: If then

Chorus: IF bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Then niggaz ain't shit but hoes wit dicks (REPEAT 2X) Murderous verse Muthafuckas 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 Wu like the Wu-Tang debut Now who remains true to the game Damn shame it wasn't you Fools, they claim to fly rhymes but I terrorize airlines My minds a porcelain glock 7 slippin through the metal detector Ready ta wet'cha like baptism It's rap pugilism when I be placin 208 bones in one jone wit microphones I'm like the blade runner huntin clones I beat it like one glove and a bat No job, but more breathin techniques than Lamaz Ras still be drinkin more liquor brews And continues to liquidation the 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 Gabana Pealin this bastard's wig back like cradle cap You ain't no cap pilla for rilla And for who you desire to kill you need more God than Zilla I breaks'em off like a acryllic nails Test me but you appear to be Presley like Priscilla And still malicious disses, but this is 10% dis, 90% skill, so curses 'Fore ya'll begin like Hershey's kisses Ya so called vicious, although How they gonna be a menace when it ain't no men in it? Oh, they womenace (with clitorises) In a new year, a new fear, and I'm nu-clear Let's play a friendly game of who can ruin who's career I'mma kill up on ya b-boys, you like one o' Heavy D's boys Got niggaz fallin off the stage like they was Trouble T-Roy Chorus (REPEAT 4X) (Hey, whip deez niggaz ass) Watch me gamble for paradise And if I gotta pay the price Easy come easy go like Eric Weiss 'Cause I used to get my fade wit a comb and a razor blade In '98, I get my joint in back in the day They say it takes 5000 to educate 30,000 to incarcerate Gimme 5,000,000 in the lottery wit high cholesterol cloggin my artery I'm not the boss hoggin the pimp and fuck legalizin hemp Keep the prophet on the streets Up north 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 bassline wit my nuts in yo face like Scottie Pippen As opposed to flippin chickens So kill game like Chris Weber in Sudden Death 'Cause you callin for time outs when you got no time left On some highlander shit 'Cause son there can only be one And heads is flyin faster than Ronald served 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 like the Mary Jane Girls (AAALLL NIIIGHT LONG!) (LAUGHTER) (Niggaz ain't shit!!!) A blood stain wall and it aches from my nostril I pull bitches like a hamstring to take out an mc like a tonsil Way they be 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 Wit a billion skin heads marchin Daily I walk through Hell smellin like Chanel but far from frail I roll wit my my clique like parapalegics Confrontation conversation catch 22 exclamations but the explanation was deeper than a Louis Leaky excavation Tools, ya makin peace when the enemy is blasphate Yes, we got some nuts hangin it between like a muthafuckin drag queen But don't nobody wanna test though, ya niggaz is petro When I put the lead to ya head like death's crow Chorus (REPEAT 4X)