Ta Rasss Lyrics - Nine

[nine] 

Ta rasss, who you think you playin with? 

It's the nine and I'm on some old word to jah type shit 

Flavor, spits from the larynx, check cd's 

Cassettes, brings checks up in my rest 

Mirror, mirror - sit 'pon wall! 

Who comes down with true wicked - yes y'all! 

Membranes, them haffa ? from egg 

Still I'm full of lead, i-ah leave nuff man dead 

I possess finesse, wear vest 'pon chest 

Pack glock in waist for, whoeva won test 

Six million ways to die - chose one! 

Razor blade, cyanide, and de one shotgun 

Just to name a few, i-ah mash up your crew 

Here it comes, microphone check, one two! 

We can get wicked whether night or day 

Nine, nine, come out and play! 

Chorus: repeat 2x 

Ta rasss! all I need is power-u 

The mic, crazy cash, a twist, and a brew 

Ta rasss! all I need is power-u 

The mic, crazy cash, a twist, and a brew 

[nine] 

I get high like fuckin helicopters 

And when I get home I peel off my silk boxers 

Wash my nuts, scratch my ass, what the fuck is up? 

Check the cash in the stash 

Mc's are fleas, to nine 

I make cheese like thieves, nigga please! 

Open sesame, don't test me 

I'll shove my balls in your mouth, you look like dizzy gillespie 

For those who wave they arm, i'ma hack it off 

With the weed whacker, and then back smack ya, carjack ya 

Run you down with a tractor! 

You a actor, tryin to play my part with no fuckin heart 

You the tin man... nigga! 

Go see the wizard of oz or kick the can 

Damn, now I am the man the only man 

With a sound that pounds like gunshots in weed spots 

The only thing she gettin is big.. cock.. 

When I push and I push in that wet.. spot.. 

How she like it? how she like it? she like it a lot 

Cause I'm thick and I hit that g.. spot.. 

Chorus 

[nine] 

I got cash, crazy cash, I stash hash 

In the crack of my ass, then I dash, quick fast 

I blast, mc's don't last, I move fast 

Like cigarette ash, they drop, on the grass, through the glass 

I see, asses I must pass, then I crash and cut 

Like grandmaster flash at early mass! 

The monster mash bump uglies like car crash 

I'm like, everlast, _jump around_ when I *bust* that ass 

Laugh last, laugh best, who you won test? 

I'll make a mess on your girlfriend's dress 

Then bless the buddha, put away the sixteen shot shooter 

Cause I ain't new ta, who da? 

Hell is gonna question the _redrum_ master himself 

Yeah, I blow ta rasss off the top shelf 

Ta rasss.. all respect goes out 

To krs-one, primo, ralph mcdaniels, sluggy ranks 

Redman, method man, ill al skratch 

Tha alkaholiks - j-ro, my nigga! 

And that's how i'ma leave you on this note right here 

If you frontin, on the n-i-n-e 

I bring ta rasss.. mad noise, and let you recognize! 

It's my turn now! (ta rasss) 

Ta rasss!