If/then Lyrics - Soul On Ice: Limited - Ras Kass

If bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks, 

Then niggas ain't shit but hoes with dicks 

(REPEAT 2X) 

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Murderous verses, 

Motherfuckers won't even make it to the chorus 

They'll find you and yo bitch buried in the Angeles National Forest 

Anything you can do, I heard it done before, better, 

But I can do you in 36 positions 

Enter you like the Wu-Tang debut 

Now who remains true to the game? 

Damn shame it wasn't you 

Fools lay claim to fly rhymes but I terrorize airlines 

My mind's a porcelain Glock 7 slippin' through the metal detectors 

Ready to wet'cha like baptism 

It's rap pugilism when I be placin' 208 bones in one zone; 

With microphones, I'm like the Blade Runner hunting clones 

I "Beat It" like one glove and a bad nose job 

With more breathin techniques than Lamaze 

Ras still be drinkin' malt liquor brews 

And continues the liquidation of crews 

Wit' a drunken technique like Shun Di's kung fu on Virtua Fighter 2 

See me son, I'm the one sportin' Dolce and Gabbana 

Peelin' this bastard's wig back like cradle cap 

You ain't no cap peela for rilla 

And for who you desire to kill you need more God than Zilla 

I breaks'em off like a acrylic nails 

Test me but you appear to be Presley (Press Lee) like Priscilla 

And still malicious disses, but this is 10% dis, 90% skill 

So curses, foiled again like Hershey's kisses 

You're so-called vicious, although 

How they gonna be a menace when it ain't no men in it? 

Oh, they womenaces (with clitorises) 

In a new year, a new fear, and I'm nuclear 

Let's play a friendly game of who can ruin who's career 

I'm a Killafornia B-boy, you like one of Heavy D's boys 

Got niggas fallin' off the stage like they was Trouble T-Roy 

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Chorus (REPEAT 4X) 

(Hey, whip these niggas' ass) 

Watch me gamble for paradise 

And if I gotta pay the price 

Easy come, easy go like Eric Wright 

'Cause I used to get my fade wit a comb and a razor blade 

With a 9800 Module back in the day 

They say it takes 5000 to educate, 30, 000 to incarcerate 

Gimme 5, 000, 000 in the lottery wit high cholesterol cloggin' my artery 

I'm not the boss hogg or the pimp and fuck legalizin' hemp 

Keep the profit on the streets 

Fuck police on the creep three deep in a silver Caprice 

And the black chief of police 

No justice, no peace 

Verbally, I'm takin off from the baseline 

With my nuts in your face like Scottie Pippen 

As opposed to flippin' chickens 

So kill game like Chris Webber in sudden death 

'Cause you callin' for timeouts when you got no time left 

On some Highlander shit 'cause, son, there can only be one 

And heads is flyin' faster than Ronald serves 

Two all-beef patties on a sesame seed bun 

Real thorough - duh do do do, duh do duh do do 

I wanna give it to you all night long just like the Mary Jane Girls 

(AAALLL NIIIGHT LONG!) (LAUGHTER) (Niggas ain't shit!) 

A bloodstained wall emanates from my nostril 

I pull bitches like a hamstring and take out an MC like a tonsil 

Forty story buildin's horizontal 

Within the confines of 33 lines and a margin mentally squabbin' 

See, every time my lips part it's a million man march 

And my heart is a pit with a million skin heads moshin' 

Daily I walk through Hell smellin like Chanel but far from frail 

I roll with my clique like par-a-palegics 

Confrontation conversation, catch-22 exclamations 

But the explanation was deeper than a Louis Leaky excavation 

Fools, you're makin' peace when the enemy is blaspheme 

Guess we got some nuts hangin' in between like a motherfuckin' drag queen 

But don't nobody wanna test though, ya niggas is petro 

When I put the lead to your head like Destro 

Chorus (REPEAT 4X)