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ras kass - i ain't fuckin with you lyrics

intro:
what? n-gg-, you got problems?
n-gg- you don’t want no problems with me, sh-t
n-gg- you ain’t got enough calcium to have a bone to pick (coward)
you little b-tch -ss n-gg-, n-gg-s be hovering n-gg-s be bothering you
i aun’t f-ckin’ with y’all, i ain’t f-ckin with you
i guess i got a bad att-tude

verse 1:
i spit slick sh-t like k-y jelly
out for the mail like melly
i’m f-cking you tonight before kelly
my b-tches dance with there belly
and f-ck me with there eyes
see crime is where they organize
in the land of the blind the one eyed is genie
a male chauvinist keep them barefoot in a two piece bikini
need a bulletproof beenie when n-gg-s got five minutes of funk
make them disappear like houdini or who-done-it a whoridah
got old folks scared just to go outside on there front porch
and all this bullsh-t is going on in church of course
(but but but but but wait it gets worse!)
i could still instill a semi-automatic verse
and draw blood like a nurse
correspond like? and on the mic i bomb like nuclear fission
alphabetic mathematician your prerogative is my decision
my litigation gives me a reputation for giving n-gg-s no get back like black reparations
you’re doing too much ’cause i’m going to be rich n-gg- i put that on my two nuts

chorus:
i ain’t f-ckin’ with you you’re not to be f-cked with
(big n-gg- i though you knew)
cause we find this n-gg-s mood is rude
but i know the cause of your sh-tty att-tude

verse 2:
now whenever i’m fed up we can go head up
my ex b-tch called me a dog so i p-ss with one leg up
straight up and down three hundred and sixty-five rounds
one in the chamber for leap year keep clear
i get my hands dirty like a sanitation worker so what’s beef?
beef is that meat inside a hamburger and man-murder i stand further apart
and beat more rappers than dr. dre, mo-bee, dimond dee, and mark sparx (all producers)
the quintessential micaphonist smoke the 50 thousand dollar bonus
swarming your green like locus
your vegetation was supposed to be edumacation
left a n-gg- feeling like he’s stranded in serbia and he’s the only croatians
no relation that’s my justification for ripping n-gg-s
stripping n-gg-s bigga figgas tippin strippers
in the first king in the cut like scissors
shoot her to the point and long d-ck her
bang her to the point of exhaustion truly
i ride her like that pony song and flip her (flipper) like a dolphin movie
listen no -n-l s-x and no kissing
doggystyles my favorite position
insisting that you grab your ankles and lay face down b-tch
play like cuss words on the radio and turn that -ss around (aww tihs!)
i puts it down like davie though it’s all gravy though
priority records got to pay me though but

chorus:

now when it’s on then it’s on no shame in my game
cowards wouldn’t bust a grape if there name were champaign
i change lanes on dirtbikes and change direction at the speed of light
i use my feet to catch the dice n-gg-s gamble everyday anyway
paying the price of life kill a fifth of e and j everynight
got to be right to be impolite i’ve been mad
so how the f-ck i’m supposed to keep my act clean like sinbad
see white people burn your church
the see you in the mall and clutch there purse
treat a n-gg- like dirt when the black man was here first
that’s why i be on one officially
f-ck white people in general and f-ck the police specifically
you got at me but you’re missing me sideways
so i’m giving rappers a curfew like i gave birth to you
don’t be calling them sh-t shades when you know that its curtains for you
i’m certain i’m hurting a few ego’s toni’s, mark’s, and nino’s
stompin with the big dog pino, see though
i’ll pull your card and get your chips like i’m kino
from yugoslavia to reno, yeah homie we know

chorus 3x

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