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Ras Kass - I Ain't Fuckin With You lyrics
ntro:
 What? Nigga, You got problems?
 Nigga you don't want no problems with me, shit
 Nigga, you ain't got enough calcium to have a bone to pick (coward)
 You little bitch ass nigga, niggas be hovering niggas be bothering you
 I ain't fuckin' with y'all, I ain't fuckin with you
 I guess I got a bad attitude
 Verse 1:
 I spit that slick shit like K-Y Jelly
 Out for the mail like Melly
 I'm fucking you tonight before R-Kelly
 My bitches dance with their belly
 And fuck me with their eyes
 See crime is where they organize
 In the land of the blind the one eye is genie
 A male chauvinist keep 'em barefoot in a two piece bikini
 Need a bulletproof beanie when niggas 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 bullshit 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 a dike in prison and on the mic I bomb like nuclear fission
 Alphabetic mathematician, your perogative is my decision
 My litigation gives me a reputation for giving niggas
 no get back like black reparations
 You're doing too much 'cause I'm going to be rich nigga
 I put that on my two nuts
 Chorus:
 I ain't fuckin' with you You're not to be fucked with
 (Big nigga I though you knew)
 Cause we find this niggas mood is rude
 But I know the Cause of your shitty attitude
 Verse 2:
 Now whenever I'm fed up we can go head up
 My ex bitch called me a dog so I piss 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 apartRas Kass - I Ain't Fuckin With You - http://motolyrics.com/ras-kass/i-aint-fuckin-with-you-lyrics.html
 And Beat more rappers than Dr.
 Dre, Mo-Bee, Dimond Dee, and Mark Sparx (All Producers)
 The quintessential microphonist wants a 50 thousand dollar bonus
 Swarming your green like locusts
 Your vegetation was supposed to be edumacation
 Left a nigga feeling like he's stranded in Serbia and
 he's the only Croatian
 No relation that's my justification for ripping niggas
 Stripping niggas bigga figgas tippin strippers
 In the First King, in the cut like scissors
 Shoot her to the point and long dick her
 Bang her to the point of exhaustion truly
 I ride her like that pony song and flip her 
 (Flipper) like that dolphin movie
 Listen, no anal sex and no kissing
 Doggystyle's my favorite position
 Insisting that you grab your ankles and lay face down bitch
 Play like cuss words on the radio and turn that ass 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 there's on no shame in my game
 Cowards wouldn't bust a grape if there name were Champagne
 I change lanes on dirtbikes and change direction at the speed of light
 Use my feet to catch the dice niggas gamble everyday anyway
 Paying the price of life kill a fifth of E&J everynight
 Got to be right to be impolite I've been mad
 So how the fuck I'm supposed to keep my act clean like Sinbad
 See white people burn your church
 And see you in the mall and clutch their purse
 Treat a nigga like dirt when the black man was here first
 That's why I be on one officially
 fuck white people in general and fuck 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 shit 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 Keno
 From Yugoslavia to Reno, Yeah homie we know
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