Ras Kass - Eat Or Die lyrics

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It's crucial now niggas

I'm so sick

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

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 shit 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 nigga out

But money ain't an issue; I got sum up in this couch

Let me run this nigga out, 'fore my waves stay spinning

I fuck rich chicks; I'm such the Slick Rick

Be scared what might happen if I had a hit

So niggas' happier then a faggot with a bag of dicks

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...

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

Got no hustle then you're hurting man

Get up; get out nigga 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 nigga

On some credited shit

I plant a flag on the Moon with your head on the tip

Moon roof of the whip and the metal lift

Boogie niggas still can't help being ghetto and shit

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 nigga I can sink the Titanic

Fuck y'all been sick since '94

Stick your dick in your eardrum and fuck what you heard more

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

Eat or Die, yeah, whatup Twins, this shit is crazy nigga

Re-Up, Whoo Kid, it's a wrap for these niggas man

You could fool some of the people some of the time

But you can't fool a nigga with most of the rhymes nigga

Man up nigga, if you're starving, if you're hungry nigga you'se a bitch

You better get your shit right, man up

Yeah, Arieal what it do nigga?

Yeah, I ain't know you like that saga shit nigga?

I play saga with bitches, I kick my balls all up in their neck in their room

You know the business, YEAH! Stay Gambit up in this mothafucka

HAHAHA! Yeah, West up nigga, Re-Up