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ras kass - eat or die lyrics

uh
it’s crucial now n-gg-s
i’m so sick

[chorus:]
if there is a cure for this
i don’t want it – i don’t want it
and if there is a cure for this
i don’t need it – i don’t need it

[ras k-ss:]
yeah, i heard you don’t grind, you don’t eat
don’t eat, get a fragile physique, i’m agile and sleek
i run through rappers like my boss had cleats
beef ain’t sh-t but cows is resting in peace
speak, nothing but sauce coming out
if i was broke soy red, rum, i’m running in your house
while mtv taping like the dumbest n-gg- out
but money ain’t an issue; i got sum up in this couch
let me run this n-gg- out, ‘fore my waves stay spinning
i f-ck rich chicks; i’m such the slick rick
be scared what might happen if i had a hit
so n-gg-s’ happier then a f-ggot with a bag of d-cks
ask for it if you want it
get it illegal then don’t flaunt it
’cause loud mouth hustlers get wire tapped and snitched on
then rights get read, moral of the story: closed mouth don’t get fed
get it, and they wonder why brothers be killing brothers
i get green; they turn yellow like brazilian colors
they gotta be willing to go all out with no feeling
so i’m sick with no healing, ’cause…

[chorus:]
if there is a cure for this
i don’t want it – i don’t want it
and if there is a cure for this
i don’t need it – ’cause i’m eating
if there is a cure for this
i don’t want it – i don’t want it
and if there is a cure for this
i don’t need it – i don’t need it

[ras k-ss:]
got no hustle then you’re hurting man
get up; get out n-gg- or it’s curtains man
ain’t a rapper my equal i’m murking man
when you look up in the sky the vulture’s circling
he a dead man walking, just don’t know it yet
i hop in the coldest bed blast off like robotech
behind every fortune or even greater crime
behind every great player there’s a hater on the side
behind every 8-ball there’s an even greater nine
i pull wax on your back and make a crayon out your spine n-gg-
on some credited sh-t
i plant a flag on the moon with your head on the tip
moon roof of the whip and the metal lift
boogie n-gg-s still can’t help being ghetto and sh-t
amazing fam, guess mama raised a man
i’ll flow through in 2-s coupes like raising brand
raise my hand, diamonds on my wrist gigantic
chain so rocky n-gg- i can sink the t-tanic
f-ck y’all been sick since ’94
stick your d-ck in your eardrum and f-ck what you heard more

[outro:]
eat or die, yeah, whatup twins, this sh-t is crazy n-gg-
re-up, whoo kid, it’s a wrap for these n-gg-s man
you could fool some of the people some of the time
but you can’t fool a n-gg- with most of the rhymes n-gg-
man up n-gg-, if you’re starving, if you’re hungry n-gg- you’se a b-tch
you better get your sh-t right, man up
yeah, arieal what it do n-gg-?
yeah, i ain’t know you like that saga sh-t n-gg-?
i play saga with b-tches, i kick my b-lls all up in their neck in their room
you know the business, yeah! stay gambit up in this mothaf-cka
hahaha! yeah, west up n-gg-, re-up

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