Won't Catch Me Runnin Lyrics - Ras Kass

Verse One: 

Stay in school was the motto, but I'd rather hit lotto 

Swallow a shot of tequila but leave the worm in the bottle 

In the spot with a BAC of .13 

And when my voice hits the mic I electrocute Spit like Beat Street 

I lounge with a clique, thick as the '93 Freaknik 

Smokin a beadie, flippin the script like a hermaphrodite 

So choose your weapon if ya got beef, chief 

Cause we can take it to the looseleaf sheets or concrete streets 

Cause Ras not strapped is like LL without a hat 

Syntax attacks, head cracks, they know David Horowitz would strike back 

The night I got dice accidentally stepped on money's Nikes 

He tried to break fool and threw a glass full of ice to incite the fight 

But didn't know who flew heads 

I got ??? like Ricky Randall takin the legs off Chavez 

Instead ya lose, he got punked for his shoes 

Cause just like BB King I'm givin niggaz the blues 

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Chorus: 

Times is hard, brothers is frontin' but they ain't about nothin' 

So ya won't catch me runnin' (x4) 

Verse Two: 

I step through crews as if they was holograms 

Been inside of more vaginas than a diaphragm, so I don't give a damn 

Kid, I am the man that you think you are 

5'5" and throwing hooks like Abdul-Jabbar 

Servin' these kids like pediatrics, practice the tactics 

And suckers cover your head, just like a prophylactic does 

Thought he wasn't when he was gettin' retarted 

Rented a U-haul truck when the LA riot started 

Slid my homeless brother a buck, and ducks duck 

The verbal buck-buck, boo-ya, who ya 

Figure will be stylin' when Cali is an island (FAT!!!) 

It's my fault, my shake from Brooklyn to Vegas 

The earthquakes on lyrics ya plates like San Andreas 

Would be rumblin', you're not ready for my fly type of genre 

I'll rock your world like ugly Wanda 

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Chorus 

Verse Three (LP Version): 

Now money talks and bullshit walks in the street on the daily 

And niggas pull my strings like a ukelele, but 

I lust ruckus like I used to lust Halle Berry 

But now I bat wack motherfuckers like Dave Justice 

Must bust nuts 

Because he's married 

1 time this brother tried to step and thought the little guy was scar-ied 

Tryin' to freak all up on the girl I was dancin' with like he's invincible 

Not that the ho was important but it's the principle 

Involved, I said, "Yo black this my lady pal" 

The stupid nigga laughed and said, "Well she my bitch too now" 

So what can you do when boys is men 

Our self-image depends on the next man's scrimmage so I sin 

Cause thou shalt not kill, but I tried my best 

Left my fingerprints in his neck 

I never understand why brothers try to act up on one another 

But if the static is comin' 

Fool, you won't catch me runnin' 

Verse Three (EP Version): 

Stop your flow like its menopause the men all pause 

Cramp your style like P.M.S 

Suckers checking for lumps in they chest 

Like breast cancer 

My stanza gets censorship from Reverend Calvin Butts 

but he could suck my diction, dictation is ridiculous 

indicative of dictatorship 

Today's four letter words were standard english until 1066 

and ignorance is bliss 

So as I sag my Ralph Lauren chaps 

Walking into lyrical scraps 

I'm knocking niggas off the map 

See more stars than astronomy 

Not near one can follow me 

Thougts premeditated like two Melendez brothers 

That's word to the father and the mother