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Текст (слова) песни: Ras Kass - If/Then

If bitches ain`t shit but hoes and tricks,
Then niggas ain`t shit but hoes with dicks

(REPEAT 2X)

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

Chorus (REPEAT 4X)

(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 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 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 NIIIGHT 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 million 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

Chorus (REPEAT 4X)

 

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